21 May

In white broken steel and soft silent
stands the refrigerator on stand by
to preserve the cold of his coolness
and conserve apple pies and morphine

Outside the door of rising pressure
vibrates your waste heat
in a caress of diffuse noise
through the thin air

The Wanderer

20 May

I bow full of tears
and tell
the loneliness
on street
it was love

But nobody saw
and the crowd
engulfed me
into the oblivion


19 May

Border the desire
to landscapes
without interference

Where trees adorn the pasture
and farmers separating the roads
of hastiness

A glorification of being
where the city will never come