We've been here and there, we've been nowhere.
Why are you writing with poems, there's so many things you could say. Why won't you write with normal sentences?
I prefere this silent ways than being loudly visible.
I'm humble. Whatever that takes.
I have no time but I have some-time.
There's too much of a déjà vu. The history comes back. I won't go through this again.
Give me some beauty. Something real.
And never stop, whatever touches you. Let yourself be touched, moved. This is the only thing that has any value.
We want to be someone new.
Pure beauty. Sheer beauty.