alexandre arnau Poems

the snows held the lands
safely under her warmth
and i saw you
across the river
...

like strangels
watching the desecration
of life
with movements
...

the image
has been seen
throughout
history
tragedies mirrored
...

i watch
the cockroach
cross the floor
in appreciation
...

i rise
from the yesterday's ashes
shaking history
from my wings
...

any
day
now
...

I.

this flow between us
it is the stretch of muscles
...

love
is only love
...

love is real
love
...

there is a crack
in things
...