The whole world
gravitates...

The abyss of shapes
drop to drop...

She cried for a little gingerbread,
its arm was missing...

What am I to do when the gladiolus cannot stretch...
this vase of loneliness anymore...

God is dead,
thus Zarathustra said...

Baba is dying
and the universe is crumbling...

Haikus
are butterflies of the life's flows...

Thus said a boy ingrown and callow
to his mother...

One must search music
deep in within, that one may...

You're incurable
because you are the very...

All the anodyne
in the world can't palliate the...

Looking upon the red canvass
of flower buds...