I ran out of writings Back in my shell Counting the seconds When I will hear her nocturnal voice again.

I love being by myself Away from the expectations of the world Just me and the silence of the room.

… I wanted to tranform into a leaf, And observe, How that handsome eagle Interacted with his eaglets or with his mate; The positions they stayed in their still moments, How they greeted; Did they look each other in the eye?; How they interacted with each other If they had been separated for a long time; And then I wanted to be transformed into a ghost And sit in a room And observe humans; A family, A solitary, A couple; T...

She was oranges, Apricots And strawberries;

In this sad And cruel And lonely reality, A gloomy day. When you look yourself in the mirror these days, Tell me: What do you see?

Oh music! Like falling on a silk bed And feel it caress And cuddle your face.

I take pleasure looking at you You are so beautiful boy You look as if As if As if you were kissed by the sun.

Another moment Another byte It is a breathtaking land So much to see So much to grasp There is beauty all around.

It is been a while I do not see you I do not know what you are doing I hope you are fine But I have this little thought I hope, I hope. Think of me sometimes. Ok?

There is joy In having free souls around People with whom you can connect This is the elixir of life.

You are like the stars I see you are I believe I can touch you I reach You are far.

Talk to me A word from you Lights up a fire On this winter day.

I like my boy In all ways and manners I could go on writing for days But the trait I love more He has got "I won't hurt you" face.

What scares you? Existence; Existence is scary.

I like your imagination I always want to find an excuse To talk to you And when I do I always smile.