There is a void inside me because
I want to be more than me...

Between the tangles of all the floggings
skies...

Amongst the stretch and squeeze of the accordion
she and I...

Butterflies hover
over gardens while gardens...

From the futile war
remains tons of mutilated hearts...

How heavy and how
impatient is the river...

Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...

knock-knocking
on my wooden door...

I am lonely
I am so lonely...

Standing on the opposite sides of a train station
we waved goodbye...

I don’t care if you believe in God or not.
But those who anonymously “know” God...

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