Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...

They looked down upon him in dirt in derision.
They never saw him they saw themselves...

The bosoms of swollen meadows
drizzles...

It is not about the lines
it is about the capacity of silence...

Sometimes poetry bursts~~~~~~~Very often bubbles...
the bubbles of silence,~~~~~~~~~in the silence of...

Behind the curtains
of death distance and desire...

Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...

You are not so masterful
for...

Going out
going in...

We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...

I am
as old as...

A pebble falls in the clear pond.
Corrosion withers when I look into your mirror...