Beauty will never perish.
Write my name on a star, I will
crash on the white moon.

When your hands are
scented, I invite the wind to spread
the fame of dark blue sacrifice.

Whoever will climb the
grapevine forget the oath of
becoming a sage in the dark night.

Immaculately, I etch
your name on a tall tree, pretending
to love the unknown pain.

A terrible femininity
appears, but is escapable for a gory
theme to bring down the god.

I will collect all the
names of sins to be punished
like Sisyphus. Tranquility comes in blood.

Empirical formula
was a mad arithmetic. The art of
love fails the calculations.

Let me contribute to the academic
race beyond the mountains of knowledge.
Do you find any god?

The Egyptian fear comes
back to make mummies of dead
bodies of success in love.

In my repose, I
go for an illusion .The new legacy
has a queer say. No kissing.

A hostile love breaks
the earth to enter the hole of gifts
in the fading pain of success.

Living for only bread, but
no salt. The sweetness betrays one day.
A dead person gets up after sleeping on a pyre.

Give me your night,
I will make a sun. The prophecy
is not true. You remove the disease.

You step into the red
water. No mercy. There was too much
blood in the melting glacier.

I am surrounded by
words. No empathy. The wounds invite
them to come and stand in line.

Sparking the old
pinch a fabulous star flips you
to turn in the chair.

The vanished time
comes to know when the end starts
of taking revenge with yourself.

Nothingness teaches
you. I live in my aches to find the
answer of all time wait.

No hoax. I am dating
myself. The body displays the
culture, a suicidal dharma.

Who delivers the pain
and who was the receiver? The resilience
of love pokes my sanity.

The ****** comes, when
the sun and the moon strike. The
tears of the dead sea want to give salt.