I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...

Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder...

My Nadia was dead!
I knew it like the the dreadful taste of birth in...

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

An Old Poem
After forty-eight hours...

Don't leave her.
Separation is not freedom...

Birds dwell on your boughs
just when they really know...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

The audience adored him...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...