Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

Such voluptuous prime
in the lusts of melons...

As we breezed
hoisting...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...

Influenced by "Asturias"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEfFbuT3I6A...

All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...

There are the freeze bees
Teasing me to sneeze...

Today I cried
for the love of whom...

Jazz serenades still
there under the window of...

Speechless is the word!
Poetry is too loud...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

Life is experiencing death
with the eyes wide open...