A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...

She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...

One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...

Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

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

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

Thus Said a Child in Gaza::
I love...

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

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Eluard...

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