I have seen a sunset reflected On the lakelet's jet mirror I have felt the nightbreath storming strong The moon dressed in a mantle of fog watching over The sec...

Hungry for the future things to come Imagination makes a mirage grow out of them And they seem to lose sense when everything happens Does all life not pay the p...

Have you perceived how the snow disintegrates And the white colour fades out? And how the leaves are shaken By the autumn's wind to die? Distance haunts us and...

Can the bars of our memory immure persistence? So they claim: "Disaster" Nothing more Seems to be before our sight For each vague, shy step beyond, Thousand vo...

Now I know I can talk about nostalgia That building - old building - has loosen His polish and rust slips down The gates and doors Just longing, Like someone ...