From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...

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

You are so quiet
but your silence is quite loud...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

There was always me loving you
no past, no future...

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

The black man Jazzes
and fire...

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

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

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

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

God is the basic good,
The rest, one, has to learn alone...