Do these paintings on the walls make your prison...
Do these echoes of your voice calm your...

Who is this man walking in my past?
I despise to defend this man...

The seas still remember me
in their foaming mouths...

to M.F.
Darkness never erases the light...

Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...

My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...

The bouquet of wild white flowers
that I tendered you...

O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...

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

Tick-tock, tick-tock she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

Edited
How life and death...

There is a desert between our lips
that cannot be satiated by all the mirages of...