Birds are only the illusion of volume,
They’re sea creatures that brought the ocean...

She was crying
like I could never stop her...

Would a soldier abandon his post
in his fatigue...

This summer also past and and still
nobody has invited me...

The reason that we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

Life is a case of water colours
wet and suggestive...

Parting to see through
saw there was no part, "I" just...

Liberty at last!
Now that I am dead nothing...

The past and future—
a constant clash of inexistence and existence...

What is more exalting than a good rest
after a good hard day of work...

There are many things
not worth listening to...

Plagiarism
is the vice of those...