She cried for a little gingerbread
because its arm was missing...

Days are withering in vain
corroding like my chain...

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...

Look how the moth swapped
its withered yellow wings with...

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...