This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...

Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
when you kiss me...

Never say a lie
because other can see you but you can't...

Buzz, buzz
This was...

One must search music
deep in within, that one may...

A samurai's strike, like in an oval,
jolts from one pivotal point to the other...

Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...

An artist creates
only in the presence of light...

So deep in my ears
there is a song...

Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...