Awake for no reason but a half moon And fireworks cracking in the distance Tip toeing in someone’s dark thoughts Coincidentally none other but my own Of all the stories I could have written Why leave this one behind curtains? To see a play worth a life of inner work Open…

Four sentences to explain human composition In a conference room where no one is listening: Red is a colour that becomes so by comparison Feelings, same spectrum, by being so primary Mathematics, the basis for proving everything I, the compendium of logic behind chemicals. Four sentences to explain human interaction On a screen the untamed animals are watching: Dialog is an opioid for problems unsolved Delayed gratification for when I see you again Verbal foreplay with a touch of accolades Granting that all natural communication fails.

The lyrical sound melting in amber oil reminds me of that time I saw the spring sun dancing on your vinyl records. I felt everything I wasn’t: cold, satiated and in love. I recall the one thing I didn’t say: this will last a second, you and I. The saltiness of the sea, baked bread and morning brew, they all tasted the same to the foreigner in my room. Outside, a word or two from the revolving thoughts, hidden away by soft, white footprints from times long gone.

Chaos is such a powerful word to pronounce. It’s not motivational abuse for the bathroom mirror. Nor should it appear on a post-it in your kitchen. Dancing on the edge of doubt is not a spiritual practice. It goes in the opposite direction of zeal and leadership. Your soul’s avatar…

I’ve carried these words in my mind for some time. Before they became a title, the story untangled itself leaking across a plurality of trials, borders and sleepless nights. I don’t even know if I existed before their creation. I don’t bestow my aspirations upon anyone else. And if I…

Fantasy relies heavily on basic necessities. Thoughts swing from internal opioids. The story of your life is always different Based on the beliefs of who’s listening. Earth bends but you couldn’t care less. (L)attitude defines stranded coordinates. Road’s parallel to what you desire less. I’m the anti-meridian, wherever you turn. …

I think about peacocks 2–3 times a day. You might smile for all the right and wrong reasons and if I won that smile, I could easily end my post here. I propose we continue, because by the end, you will have known where to find love. Male peacocks wear…

Do you mind if I ask, after we dance If I may sit on your secret thoughts Naturally adjusting my feminine posture To properly match your hand inclination A naked colour body-shaped paper For your fountain pen to touch gently Words pairing in distant parentheses Forming sentences on my lip…

I should have written this letter long time ago. Just to let you know I love you more and more. You know Pessoa smoked every night, on my nightstand, in my first summer here. Just off Pink Street. He kept saying I told you so: “The feelings that hurt most, the emotions…