Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...

I learned your name from the crystalline ghosts
when moon was germinating your reflection on the...

I am he who built the Persepolis,
Babylon, the wall of china...

How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

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

When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...

I dream of you
in jazz...

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

Did you know
that the whole world...

Between now and then
we are forever running...