Liita
Delicate gestures
if being here was enough
restlessness in the voice
The bird
Restless watchman
as the years go by no longer knows
why he waits
Elsewhere
Bluish landscape
sweet oath of eternity
the instant reawakened
From isle to bitterness
Dyind dream
traces faded by rain
barefoot without a sound
If beauty flees as soon as we exasperate ourselves
If by too many wanderings
in brambles and patience
each day is an opportunity
Elixir Near Death Exp
Nothing to regret
unattainable truths
Lifelong
Our sleeping ones
Neither deep nor high-pitched
mingling with the unknown
whatever the outcome be
