Poezii

Ritmul sacadat al vietii, muzica trupului Acel dute-vino neincetat al ochiului impotriva inertiei, impartasim, doar acum tacerea misterioasa a samanului, scrum. Proiectat pe cearsaful alb,

Hours of morning light When the silence cleanses Bird’s singing flight Upwards from the meadows. Bare foot I am running Oh! Such a happy child The whole world is spinning Round and

If my dreams were ever to become true You would live a life of a falling star Paranoically intense to the limit of denying The sky above and earth beneath, the very Breathe of clear air in the