When music is fine
what difference does it make...
My take on Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's master...
I was from the nature of light and transparency...
Eyes, eyes, eyes,
I just see your eyes...
Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
I sell my heart to you
I know that...
Separation is
the only way we prevail...
It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...
"The first E"
There is a sip just a sip...
In the metamorphosis of formation
shapes ache to attend to their final cause...
They are pages
that time...
I surrendered all my memories,
the fallen leaves of my life...
O look how that moth
exchanged its rubicund wings...