Finches melting, the knot of longing arms, band now my waist, squeeze me with your care. Barefoot, I am riding the glass line of the Equator. pour me wine, let me clean the corner of your chest, you did not bring any armor. Turn my face, point at my lobe, suck out the thoughts about … Continue reading Number 21
Rise! I'm standing already I didn't see you coming Do you want me here? What am I now? Can I hold your hand? Please go, bring your affections with you I don’t need any Are you angry? It is my face, it can’t … Continue reading Number 20
My dad as Donald Trump threatening the world to a massacre My dad pressing on the acceleration pedal when me and my sister are afraid of the wind of the hair on our eyes preventing us from seeing clearly the car in the opposite lane heading towards us
Record, to break it, no brakes, speed, free fall, autumn, is near, autumn, has the best colours, autumn, melancholy, of you.
I don't eat - my shapes are the year party she didn't attend Galloping on the high wind I long for eternity
Overcoming the present to reach it, now that the moment is steady, still, melted, under the afternoon summer sun, while you find yourself jointed onto the grass, grounded, part of the circular whole. Consider your little being, - the sky is so beautiful Reach it and love it, then think it, shout it loud, "I'm … Continue reading Number 17
Forget this city, feel amazing try always to kill it but slow, don't panic act perfectly, humbly tremble silently admire the grand, the empty the crowd and if you stare the sun, brimful of sparkles stinging your skin, wounding, forgetting previous pain, let them stag you, skewer of memories and if it's sunny, you can do everything … Continue reading Number 16