The throbbing throes of a heart beating twice
What is this that enfolds me in gloom
10 febrero, 2012
Poetry «To my bowels «
11 diciembre, 2011
If you should ask me to find shelter
If you should ask me to find shelter
Would it be a mansion or a hut?
I would rather prefer a hut.
The mansion filled with servants
Will make us dependent, always ringing the bell.
9 febrero, 2011
Poetry «Just but a moment…?»
A soul unfolds in many ways
To give your beloved in timeless days
10 febrero, 2010
Poetry «I walk slowly»
As love’s fruit is maturing. And each step I take, I am closer to the budding.
10 diciembre, 2008
Poetry «Travelling»
We are travelling the road and we do not know where we go
But we go on and on;
