From the futile war
remains tons of mutilated hearts...

The crucifixion of these geometrical shapes
in the air...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

There's nowhere to go
for everywhere is here and...

Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent beautiful blooms...

Truth is my home
Truth is flowers...

To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

Is it about my bookshelf
or is it about the depth behind all those books on...

I left you
to stay with you...

Green makes
the world...

One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...