My old self who’s there Always, Putting me down Yes it’s him That’s dying.

BEGINNING: I don’t know if what happened to me was real or if it was just a dream. I’m not even sure

It is a perfect path with well-cut… that leads you right along the twi… and tortuous corridors up to the e… or to the silent center of a maze. Here sunlight hardly enters, light…

You bring out the wanderer in me. The walking along the highway in m… The flying my thumb in the wind in… The journey being the adventure in… The walk all night to see your smi…

You lied to me: Sendack, Shakespeare, Hugo, Cobain, Pablo The Altruist, Hesse, Fitzgerald The Fanatic, Marley, partly you Sanchez, Garcia, Messy The Obscure, E Tu Hewitt?, Vilma The Qu...

It’s 6:00am in the morning and it… I arrive on the second floor and w… to the door marked with big red letters you can’t miss, 'chemother… My hand tentatively grabs

Keep at it until each of you can’t breathe and it’s hard to tell where you stop and she starts and you don’t know what day it is, or week it is, and you really don’t care. Imagine ways...

What is poetry? To me it is life’s meaning with words. Perhaps somewhere in there is the definition of my heart shutting down poetry. See... Poetry is like a burning candle. While there...

I see you as the sunlight at midni… And a dream after infinity, And I placed la Grande Ourse on… And you kept on like nothing; I sweetened the sea water for when…

Sometimes I just need to feel like I’m really not all alone and someone, somewhere, is at least trying to understand. Then I stumble across a book

I remember just the small village… Mom and Dad we were so unhappy bu… There was no love and for what rea… I struggled though life confused a… Some say confused and some say smo…