When you hide behind
the beauty of your dear masks...

Clocks disguise the time
in the acts of rotations...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...

Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...

Why does everything come with its matching wing?
understanding is another version of satisfaction...

Is it schizophrenia,
knowing that everyone knows everything...

It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...

These needs that I am chasing all my life
shackle me to myself...

If the future wasn’t you
I would be forever imprisoned in me...

Me and an ant looked
at each other, recognized...

Tranquillity
is to recognise...

Could you for wile cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...