I THINK OF YOU I think of you, from the bosom of the sea when the sun rises and its…
I CALL YOU RISE OR FALL What your name: rise or decline? Because sometimes I fear I am, and the…
MUSA Sailing immaculate, slipping on slate Mirror Lake, it only follows the bowsprit, the call of the seagull, sometimes…
MY LIFE Without me you go, my life. Rolls, and I have not done one more step. Elsewhere lead…
WORD AGAINST THE WORD Of all the words, ours are the most vulnerable, even if they are unquestionably…