Sunset, sunrise
an opulent pair of bloodshot cherries...

Was I ever P like a penguin, living in icy...
or free like the D...

The black man Jazzes
and fire...

Would you love me forever my French beauty?
Would you whisper the zephyrs of your breath in my...

Breeze,
the cool bed-sheet of white dreams...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...

Nothing makes me happier than when I see
good in people eyes...

You the killer of my father.
You the pain...

The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...

To P&Q
Loneliness...

God is dead,
thus Zarathustra said...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...