On some days I want to tell you everything Where I was What I did What I felt I like you seeing me And the resonance On other days I want to hide in the bathroom for hours And ignore you When you call my name.

You are a piece of moon Strangely living between humans I can not believe you stand there Not washed away by the noise You emit secret light Not everyone can see And that is good I have no competition I touch you I fondle you I play with you Oh I see You are there Real Oh look I am touching you.

The whole Is a radiant beauty There is nothing else to do here But look at this enchanting maze.

A haunting mignon. My sweet Musette, of darkness. A pale silhouette weeping on cold stones, in heaven’s crypt. Cracked by the frost of blind angels, carved from bones, bleeding in the rain With haloes. Trapped in a holy tomb of profane. My eternal call. Half dead, half alive walking on cracked bones. My reason to live. The glitter in the eye, when you are exhaustly tired. My sweet Musette. My eternal love. A haunting mign...

In the fountain of self love I drink Unapologetically I got thirst And I enjoy it.

I write verses One by one A poem. Look! Look what I found. I made it visible I made it electric I caught a glimpse of the eternal.

I miss you I want to see your face When you are in the top of me Inside.

Here it is the grey monster Sadness Sticking it tongue Poisoning my head But surprisingly Giving me verses.

We all live for that hand to hold Don't we Silly me I dream of you tonight Sending me love letters Offering advice on how I could be better Whispering me in the ear I love you Writting me poetry You write well But here you are Colder than stone How do I know what is inside you When you do not show it You leave me alone When your presence is worshipped And I clinge to you I can not let you go I can imagine anything But not...

The ashtray yells There is an angry drunk man in front of me That looks at me And I avoid him My body throws acid chemicals That make my head ache It is raining And I am done.

In art I find shelter I go away from the storm I pour my teacup And burn, burn, burn.

I am tired of this boring landscape Take my hand Teach me how to love How to make shelter for this deranged self I will be grateful for all my life I will never take my eyes off of you I will follow you in hell.

Baby I give you breath I do not fear that pregnancy is difficult I write you down Letter by letter I look at you intently You are my child I protect you With all my force And you make me whole You give me blessings.

He reminded me of beauty; That place I wanted to go Again and again and again. …It looked he weaved it in his hands; I wanted to look at him from afar And feel inside me that need to develop; To get in a better place, From where I were;

I was in the mood for; That evening. I wanted to be in a motel room, Where I had just finished the first sexual act; Lightning a cigarette; Seeing the smoke. And myself naked in the mirrors; Waiting for the next one;