You are somebody
when you learn...

Anything ephemeral
in its burn...

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

The moon,
I...

There is something in your eyes
that splashes...

The lines are clear though
you can't see for you've crossed the...

In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...

My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...

She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...

I can not live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

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

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