A pussycat jumped over the moon
soon she realized the moon was nothing...

An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

_Why when we are looking for everything
we end up with nothing...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He noticed nobody listens...

Two round mirrors with two focal glow
make an oval...

Tranquillity
is to recognize...

See me in the mirror so I find my wings,
Remember me so I shall never forget you...

When I open the sill of your kisses
I arrive...

What a night it was!
Such an atrocious human-being...

I am here
pink rose in presents...

I emerge from you...
just longing to be submerged.................I...

Unleashing all my apathies
In the hands of this armchair...