To my tender Down’s Syndrome daughter
I am the infinite space...

Oh blue immense ocean
witness of abundance...

I don't remember if it was yesterday
or two thousand years ago...

We were once fused into one
Now we meet half way...

Once in a street they had a house
Once they had a family...

Some times one falls in love
with one’s own miseries...

My mother’s face
announcing my father’s death...

Rising above experiences
that are timorous...

Of the first of my eight lives
I do not miss...

They are playing the song
that gave us our off-springs...

The Kite
When you are born...

.
If we could only get rid of...