the character in your voice was build for years since a little you first learned to cry in your mother’s…

the night chews your body so deep revengeful the cheering dust are as black as asphalt bandaging your heart carrying…

climb the stairs to the clouds and hold yourself to the breeze and every piece  of peace you seek

An open door shows the sky full of altocumulus clouds shifted by wind and the movement of birds A seed…

to walk through the shade a piece of darkness unveiled there’s always a sign of light in the farthest distance…

She spreads her needs On the table, on the wall On each room of her body She yearns like crazy…

once I asked myself what’s the colour of the sky? I believed it was blue sometimes with spots of scenic…