I and my odes
are never alone...

The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...

My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...

In the name of the first warriors,
the keepers of earth’s first truth...

Is understanding, as ruthless as it is,
another version of satisfaction...

Is it, a struggle of a feather
to survive its yanking and flouting...

We appreciate
what we have had right after...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

Poor little insect
finding his way back home in the maze of...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

When I saw you for the first time.
I knew then...

Oh, the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...