quiet rhythms of jazz
flow in the pouring rain...

Mom
where are you...

subtle sounds and shapes
vanish in Your voice...

Hidden under the books, surrounded by pens.
White-but he has a soul of gold in a sense...

rustling white aprons
entangled me...

dance with me the last salsa
in the bedroom of desire...

fairy fantastic Irish setter
wrapped in a dream...

thoughtfully
slowly I grow up...

My life is racing with time
I’m running...

I think about you every night
you are a rising sun...

You're a breath of eternity
in a timeless space...

Daddy
where are You...