Number 20

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


Number 19

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

Number 16

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