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

Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...

I love and you leave
Then...

We've indisputably
put up a fight...

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

Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

There is just personal death
and collective continuum...

I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...

There is no bridge
of us any more...

Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...

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

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