Looking at the clouds
On a windy day.
Guess what I have seen
On the sky.
The clouds shaped your name
Waiting for the wind
To do the same
With my name
Oh lord!
Two names
Making us so famous
You and I
Make our love reach the sky.

A bird born in a cage
Believes that flying
In a sickness.

The clock is stuck at 3:33 AM,
my mind is stuck in yesterday

I drink a glass of water,
and wait for my heart
to stop bleeding

My soul weeps,
but I don’t stop writing

Not knowing what's happening or
where this is going
is just part of the show
that we're in.

I catch a star in my palm, and
it brightens my dark thoughts

God is far from me tonight,
so I pray to the moon

The midday sun burns me
like my mother’s touch

Poetry seems to be
An imagination
Leading to an artistic creation.
The truth is
Each poem possesses a soul
Which is really eternal.

We live and die
But our poems
Never lie or die.