Sometimes and only sometimes
we need to escape from this dirty and
raw reality to find ourselves
somewhere else
other than this.


A good nap later
of a good cry, then
wake up and pretend to forget
your sadness.


let me touch your face
let me drain your sorrows
let me share your sadness
let me be, let me be
that I will not leave.


She was drowning in the music
did she ever read old Buko,
They ever broke him
something more than the heart
She is now more than a woman
she is essence, she is value, she is beautiful
It is "she" without knowing it.


he is a lover of the strange,...