Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...

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

He declaimed so loud
yet silence, was amplified...

Thus said the hero,
"I invite you all to fire...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

like waves
on the faraway shores of soft sands...

So deep in my ears
there is a song...

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

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...

She always voices
the truth in light to anoint...

All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...

Look how those branches
of trees are nestling within...