To the love of "Orson Welles"
Let me die for what is right...

The moon,
I...

If you are truthful
you are everyone...

In a kiss two souls
wake up the sleeping beauty...

You did not see the father’s big soul.
You did not see God from the keyhole...

God is dead
God is a star so far that it is...

Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...

Blowing the figures
in the figureless boulders...

In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...

My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...

For the frugal hearts
love is the most bankrupting...

Two white doves are making love
like for ever...