Beauty and youth
have no choice...

From nothing to everything
we are...

O look we are kissing butterflies!
O look our kisses are, a butterfly...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...

hear the duet of
your question and the silence...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

They don't mean their words
words for them are contests of...

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...

There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...

Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
when you kiss me...

A swan cannot be alone.
A lonely swan is only a question mark...

I am
a pendulum...