The tranquility
in between cats and fishes...
<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...
This is the time
to say goodbye to sobriety...
All these roads are as the print of lashes
on his body...
O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...
Waltzing
we poured...
Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...
Audio...
The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...
I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of loneliness...
Death is what my hands are searching in my...
Death is a floating object...
Like all the whites and pinks tailing
your heir...