Life invents an unnatural language
to write a no tradition of two-legged animals
begins tying the silences of solitude of intuition
Let us rest in peace
The grooves do not support premature absence
Rhythm of ideas
an offering is incinerated
in hand of the first poet of the world
Someone flees the drizzle
rate
the sound of your steps taken odd
I nominate a new race
in the submersion of the crackpot
emerge, then the infertility
building a sigh in the contemplation of a new moon
Born troubadours
eternity in an instant
Invisible enclosing
the zigzag
a sheet of paper
Medusa writes the name of god
then, she disappears
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