a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...

“when I was a kid
I used to play in the garden...

an apple on a tree
a birdie on a bush...

If possible, I'll be like a laptop, my Lord.
hold me in your hands...

My sleep abandoned me
when being awake hugged me tightly...

This darn fear that through the years
has been tearing my heart apart...

I opened the curtains of tomorrow
and saw the shimmering, gleaming rays of the...

bleeding emotions isn’t my fort
but sometimes these wounds of mine...

With pen on hand, I wrote my heart on lines
as Nights came walking, running with my Days...

Maybe the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach...

with blue skies
the man slept...

a melón, sweet
delicious as it is...