To Misty Flower
Your birthday is when beauty was born...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

In absolute darkness I saw you
like a shining object...

Come on baby what are you doing to me, thus to us?
I am a person not a commodity that you can replace...

No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

Under the window
of an unknown beloved...

A big bird in a
tight cage. A tiny bird in...

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

Let me embrace your pains
you, my brothers and sisters...

A fruit basket in a still-life
forever...