What I did for love...
it seems love makes the cruelest monsters

I thought you were something to win
with luck
with enough tries

Who greets you
on the threshold of death?

There is no easy way to deal with it.
It really isn’t.
It catches you,
hold you on spot
and won’t let you
run
Well, there is no place to go, right?
It follows you
everywhere
It is
part
of
you

We don't know him
He walks strangely
Stranger
Up close
His nose strike strange
Stranger
His skin
Boy
Who had painted him this strangely?
Stranger

he didn't commit
the crime
we did
we allowed him
to take those lives
to wore this gun

and death stroke once again.

No money
       Milk, bread, cinnamon, honey
                 No money
                        Coffee, book, restaurants
                                       No money
                                                Do you come with us?
                                                       No money
                                                           ­    You’ll find him there
            Money
                                       ­                               Milk, bread, cinnamon, honey
                                                           ­                            Five times no money

Some boys.
Some boys cut you
they are all edges you know
Leave trails
After all love
Does not feed
Does not free

another swig
another drink
another day
It's okay
I told them.

I
Shadows threated him
they wore the shape of her

II
Stay tough
Be rough, son
Am I your son ?

III*
She wept
He’s by her side
And not
Be rough

I'm not in front of
you
or behind
you
I'm always
always next to
**you

You hurt me.*
don't worry
I got a needle to stitch your wound.

don't be mad at him
he tried.

Poem you're never finished
grow wings under one gaze
take roots in another
poem
poem claim a place in one soul
or take the fly
instead.

Who told you that
Your heart shines
You
Who told you that
Kind of
Lie.
Was it me.
Was it
you
that
Forced me to?

I spent this day
trying to catch your laugh
because I fear
I fear to never hear it again.

Go on then.
Find another
girl, friend, lover.
Go on and look for her
behind the heavy clouds of your heart
past the mist of your ignorance
search her, the girl, you won't find.

Poem
don't sound sad
for the darkness don't need my tears
Poem
don't blind me
for the darkness don't need my light