2021

For each wound
A thorn in the heart,
a demon of fear
The fear of not being able
to feel the same emotions again

For many wounds
many thorns in the heart

2021

Lovers,
who live in their capsule
detached from the truth,
listening only to their feelings

Vulnerable lovers of the real world.

2021

We are born sinners,

with hatred in the soul,

against others, for no reason.

Looking for differences,

that don’t exist,

not today, never.

2021

In my head,

seas become clouds,

whites become blacks,

nothing become everything.

In my head,

always together.

2020

An ordinary extinction,

to people who don’t believe it.

To those who are consciously closing their eyes, for what we will not leave to our children.