Life is a case of water colours
wet and suggestive...

The mood is real.
The sceneries...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel line in motion...

This summer also past and and still
nobody has invited me...

Victims of bygones,
the tyrants of tomorrows...

Throbbing to seam the
tattered perfection, time is...

Not to kill or harm
they just improvise justice...

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...

Drawn-out and broad
on the cobblestone...

I forgive you,
but not the injustice, in you...

Soon your beauty is going to be over:
your prime...

“In the final analysis,
even love is unreal...