From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

Would a soldier abandon his post
in his fatigue...

This summer also past and and still
nobody has invited me...

The reason that we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

Life is a case of water colours
wet and suggestive...

This moment that past
is the best of what could be...