So many faces, but none of them is you. You know this feeling of the crowd anonymously many And the voices I want to Shazam,
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in different spheres. The crowd panics.
These are a few words you can surprise your special other with on the day both of you publicly agreed to walk the special path
They say glass is made from sand, and I’ve witnessed In documentaries how men take the so-rough-and-ugly To make these marvelous pieces, that hold the
This is a poem in Français I wrote in 2004 of one of those boyish moments, when you’re stuck between telling her or getting rejected
Trust is the dragonfly of days of drench, Though both brothers bother same from the same trench, Wherein chains chip away their days into nothingness.