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...

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

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

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

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

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...