what about the forbidden lovers at quarantine time.
the affairs were never fair.
and only one side named the mess as forbidden love,
only to justify.
oh, little liar.
the married one is with his wife, and the girl is all alone in the night.
he still whispers melancholic love words to her eyes thorough a glass that won't satisfy the lust in her heart.

then a good night message appears like a flash.


“be careful. you can’t go out. don't even try.
i need to sit here with my wife and have my glass of wine.
but ti amo and happy lonely quarantine time.”

wake up, little girl.

did the candle ever get angry at the fire?
lighting again and again in each chapter.

everybody talks about heaven
as if that's the place to make lovin'.
excluding hell,
to run away from the sanction.
but let me put it this way, my friend.
rose belongs to heaven.
coquetry.
thorns are her eternal companion.

a lie.
stealing from the other wing of a dove.
freedom and lie dont belong to each other.
a lie is to control the other.

there is only late or early.
no such thing as on time.

he wants to be accepted.
even though he is the child of punk.

olympus mountain


a short lived fault with vast magnitude.
surrounded by dead beats.
yet trying to create own.
system is not there to beat.
but a glitch’s faith
is to be corrected.
unless it flows with the big.
at the end,
there is the seat.