A gape in my mind
I read just some pages
Play words sonnet,
Rhythm of being
...
Whoes shoes are they
Behind this door
wet and dirty
someone sleep on this carpet
...
Did not read my writings
I did not write lovely
That he could read
I dreaming raining
...
Imagine you fall,
from anotherland
to this huge world
water and soil
...
On the darkness night
It will die, a lighten lamp
It is so far
Morning is near
...
Night, silence, me
Shadows of silence
You do not know...
My spring has gone
...
we are or may not
being is like bread
that all eat
not to be hunger
...
At the night ear
Morning steps
Yale the night
Dark dream gone
...
I am sad
Tired of this time
And you that grow
Fear on my heart
...