We are born,
to live for a while...

Heaven is gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies...

Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

We share our solitude with the night.
I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph...

This people only see the act
They do not see the puppeteers...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Elward...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire...

You burned me with this winter in your heart
I am truly being burned...

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

When a poet chants
a songster is ensnared...