Unpublished

*** The tissue of ancient trees, delicate laces of limbs, imprints of leaves and seeds are left on the sand of the beach And on the palm of your hand.…

*** One day the sun will become just another cold star In someone else’s night sky. One night your eye will turn to just another coffee plant In someone else’s…

*** The dusk came suddenly, in purple. Worth my entire library, All greatest symphonies, World’s best cinematography, Each marvellous museum. It’s sunset! The sunset I have read, Articulated, I have…

*** My daily trek with gentle rises and falls In tiger-coloured peaks of sand, Along a dune belt. I stop to catch my breath And sunset. The rose pinks and…

*** This is a strange winter: A nymph is chased by lavender tea smells. Fleur de Sel dawns. Sands laid with flowers. Swirls of chicory leaves in the mouth. Lady…

*** One step away from lips, The wax - a liquid kiss - Gets spilled right on the floor Under four feet In all its gentleness. A glimmer in the…

*** Your gloved hands Over the pages of a rare book - SintBaldus Beach. December by the sea Is when I never see your wrists, Is when I think: “When…

*** The morning sun Couldn’t see wind, Only the sand It moved. The sun couldn’t hear the wind, Only the waves it touched. The sun couldn’t smell wind, Only the…

*** I have never seen clouds Up on the ground. I’ve never touched les nuages With bare-arms. But today I did. Feet deep in heavens I walked among foam Larger-than-life…