Life is not easy
for easiness is like seeping...

Truth is my home
Truth is flowers...

Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...

There is someone out there
who reads all my poems...

I have always wondered
what that kid with profound shine in his eyes...

The knight
armoured all in white...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

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

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

You, my creation, my art,
you...

It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...

Why just in opposite can we unite
and tie...