“We are all at the bottom of a hell where every moment is a miracle, if I were free I would kill myself instantly!” Cioran […]
Category: Poems
The actor and the saleswoman
Attracting, magnetizing, sticking, gluing, what drama was expected before this fusion of looks? What do you think now, if you still think about yourself? What […]
In Paris
It was summer or … it doesn’t matter Our hearts looked out far away from the balcony in flowers, cars paraded in a row, like […]
Don’t let it be
Don’t let it beWe’ve done it too many timesDon’t let it benow or tomorrow.The wind will go through your hairto reach my eyes.Don’t let it […]
Thinking of you
Thinking of youNowby instinctI closed my eyes for a moment,thinking of you,and it is important that you know.I was thinking of you,as we were, before […]