I am sleeping
With the door open
In the sea
The indescribable.
...
It smelled
of incense and rose water
They said
that his shadow passed
...
One daemon now
Rules over my mind
He treats me
Philanthropic feelings
...
A frame my window
A painting, night of the city
The lights twinkle
White yellow blue,
...
Dead Poet
Of other times
I hold your book
To hear your voice
...