I dream of you
in jazz...
From white
to white...
O honesty
the all mighty God...
When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
I sell my heart to you
I know that...
We live together though
we die separately...
Truth is my home
Truth is flowers...
Dewdrops
falling...
My take on Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's master...
I was from the nature of light and transparency...
In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...
Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent beautiful blooms...