Not good with surprisesYet here you areYou approached timidly at firstThen the nervousness showedWhat was more  endearingyour approach or the executionI was not looking in your directionYou made my head turnYou made my mind stay on younew questions and...

Memory;It’s what makes me human;Sometimes with thornsBut it is the only way,To touch the moistureOf the human form;

I like my boyIn all ways and mannersI could go on writing for daysBut the trait I love moreHe has got "I won't hurt you" face.

Stations of the Cross of a Ghostly LoveInitial Rubric:Here begins the procession of ghostly love,where each station is absence,each absence is revelation.A letter erected on beams and wind,made of broken tiles and nocturnal breaths.To love is the echo of...

The capuccino is sourThe cigarette does not feel goodThe day feeld a series of repeated tasksBoringWhat I am lazy to doIt is a rainy november dayAnd I lack motivationPut me to sleep.