Balance is to be
a feather in the heart of...

Kindness is a rare commodity,
though it's capitalized...

Life is like being in the deep,
with barely a breath left...

What sets beings apart from otherwise
is now...

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

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

Clocks disguise the time
in the acts of rotations...

Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...

Why
when we grow fangs...

Looking for a poetical moments I searched...
but I have found nothing...

I am
like a buried faithful seed...

Our death is intended
Unless we prove otherwise...