Pure intents are free
From any uncertainty...

Tracing a wrinkle
I ended at far beyond...

The black man Jazzes
Inferno tangoes my soul...

And this is me:
the Prometheus of poetry...

To my bloom:
I would love to dip my nose forever in your petals...

The entire world
is whitened from within...

Buzz!
This was...

Love brings every side of wounds together
and sew through them with pang...

When would this vagabondage end?
Where, my friend...

Don't stretch your arms
like the branches...

Years are multiplying!
We celebrate our birthdays...

Do you remember us
as moths trapped...