for each 


that cut

from my hair

deducts the value

of me

to be here:

a man in the history 

a page of the story 

a line in my poetry

a second in a century

that counts for nothing

but a dream to be buried.

Written on 19 June 2015.



blue sky,
braking cars,
still air,
cool water,
hot summer;
welcome autumn,
silent office,

all but one
is drown in the work.


Written on 26 August 2014.



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