Time is the throb of
our questions in the silence...

They augment their lips with silicon smiles.
There is no solace...

Do you remember?
Do you remember our last days...

I am always living
the horror of tomatoes...

Truth is my home.
Truth is flowers...

She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...

I could not believe they condemned me
I even can not believe...

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

It is not about the lines
it is about the capacity of silence...

Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...

Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...

Complete me you do
because I am nothing and...