We are still here yet
none could outlast the flow of...

Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...

A grain in the shell,
anomalous, yet it births...

O honesty
the all mighty God...

I think therefore you are!
You are, therefore I am...

The landscape is as large as a leaf.
Life is as darling...

It is so undeniable that the older I get
the more time spreads on my skin...

To explore the possibilities of words
is not the poet’s due...

Our conscience is the
very presence of others...

Looking into the paradox of distance and...
choosing between the destination...

I was looking for heroes,
being ignored of the fact...

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