Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...

To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

The shrine of loneliness
the involuntary prison of choice...

Don’t ever ever dare my insanity
for I've found your sanity deluged in vanity...

There is just one message
and everything else is...

Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...

My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

There is a desert between our lips
that could not be watered...

The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be...
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two...

I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...