I stepped into the space trembling For answers I could not dare to Listen. The ecstatic southern Sun was sweeping the floor and you Were...

In the hot dusty noise of the summer I came to the old ruined shrine, heavy With questions, mine and of my dear ones. We are beings of...

The bell tower points like a finger To the empty sky. Where are all the stars? I have been many things and none Has lasted. Does...

I’m a tune in A minor, Dark blue, foggy, without words, But a vibrant tone that leaves No doubts: let me cry, let me Say that I’m weak...

The body: still warm and seemingly alive. Like the morning bed remembering still Dreams and fancies of the past night. The body: still...

My story ‘s simple. I was waiting, My eyes wide open, Searching for little More than… 'I don’t know'. But only when closed They could see...

I—don’t know. But you: Will you dare to dance Les Folies d’Espagne? I—can endure the pace Of waiting and waning Slowly into silences, and...

It rains, and rains, and rains— The earth is a drum of a thousands Rhythms, yet so dry it remains— Words like trembling droplets that...

Blindfolded by our little stories We roam prisoners of petty desires. Afraid of falling, we forgot how to Stand on earth and roll, and...

Did you hear? The future is sold out. I wanted to give you my smartest words. But it will take ages for them to Paint even a rough...

Keep the Truth, I want to fall. Don't wake me up. You're my dream. I don't care for the wise, they understand not. Gravity is my guide,...

Sleepwalkers all around, deep into their dreams. I slipped in the empty room, Searching for the dawn of movement. You were there. Were...

Did you hear the song of the ground? A soft tune beating here beneath Your feet. Listen! As it whispers: "You can trust me. Yield, roll,...

Behold! This is my game. You shall these meadows cross, And straight till the end go (and again, and again, and again). Nothing expects...

You are my secret, Hidden in plain sight. The taste of water, The fragrance of air, The touch of space, The sound of silence, The color...

I’m no poet. If I were, I could sing Wordless beats. My yearning’s Beauty can But Music Understand— Sometimes, if I let it Come close...