Like a dancer
to her partner...

This is you this splendorous shine...

Thirsting for poetical moments I stretched...
but I found nothing...

Each feeling
is a fibre of universe...

Out of this world
you are...

They all wait like vultures:
When the injured bird would fall...

They sing of thee
they worship thee on their knees...

The gloom benights
and the twilight alights...

I am still stamped in the moment
before you vanished...

I lost the game
when I found you...

The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...

To dream is to wake up
and to wake up is to dream...