Considering the history of modern mathematics two questions at once arise: (1) what limitations shall be placed upon the term Mathematics; (2) what force shall be assigned to the word ...

While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance

The morning is alive outside While inside time future waits lan… For personality to take a side, The quiet expiration or a moving n… Which is gaining ground in the for…

Eighteen years of waiting This damned sixth sense Could not prevent The discomfort you meant All those who came before

Tsunami on the phase of retreat, The shores dry, the weather shy Expectations high, you don’t know… The mouth strange, head spinning, Dogs barking, cats running,

Grandma, I just want some more pi… Grandma, we never gonna say goodby… You never gonna die, I’ll study a… And find a seed of you to plant an… And we’ll eat brownies as the wint…

How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another’s ri… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…

Since when do you know who am I?, Roared the old man with worked, br… And you never will, you little mot… As a tree has its rings, the moment of your discrete appear…

Above the earth and the firmament It is unclear who, actually, has i… Collective truism, our life is a m… One love, one life, they sing, Science contradicts,

It is a morning fuckarou Dissipating waves/particles Dissipating waves/particles Persistent don’t dare to/do Persistent inconsistent.

Creative spirit, poetic spirit, cr… How come? Why do we put soul and spirit ever… Afraid of the dark, Say, you assumed atheists

My secret is not such My secret is not as much. The key for the unintelligible is… My head is a sort of hoarder attic… Smells of decay without friends

All my grieving are my skins, Cameleon of beautiful leather. Oh my labyrinthine patterns, Old skins of detachment and furlou… Oh why I still have a room for yo…

I recall some lullaby’s cadence I could one day remember some. For I, being heartless, was once… I heard my mother sing in/out of t… With moderate contempt, strangely…

Loved and lost, it was a farewell, On the large backseat of my car Where our passion has gone too far I softly kissed her face and lips Knowing it was only a dream