Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...

Tranquillity
is to recognise...

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

Moments,
soaked and swollen...

Victims of bygones,
the tyrants of tomorrows...

Don't leave her.
Separation is not freedom...

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

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

A tear has an existence of its own—
salted from deep seas...

Somewhere in distance
boundaries of space...

it is the objective of life
to take everything...

Speechless is the word!
Poetry is too loud...