MY POEMS

The sun shines on again, an inevitability reassuring and gay. "For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be...

A fresh start and a new day, we chase the cool. “Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits...

The light is no longer here, the night creeps along and the sounds of the street are loud in the ear. It is the time that secrets are...

The night is thick with lies. There is nothing to be done, but to drink from the glass, and believe in what you believe. “It is...