1st Book
"My Book"
Date: 1999
Poems: 65
Copies: 7
Collection: indian summer
Publishing company: Private edition - "home-made"
THE PAIN
And when night falls,
The pain doesn't go away.
Cold and dark,
It lasts.
without mercy,
Not even a grave.
INDIAN LIFE
“Living is the strangest thing
That I know."
We make our own slow death.
We are unwitting liars.
We are inevitably what we don't want.
But sometimes there are certain beings
Who have a lucky summer,
That lasts until death.
"An Indian Summer".
An Indian life
IT'S ALREADY GONE...
It's all gone,
Or almost everything...
Everything has changed,
Everything went silent.
Summer stopped manifesting
And that heat was silent,
In a calming silence.
Silence that silenced souls, spirits and bodies
And who brought the dead back to life.
A horizontal and lying serenity,
Which turned out to be delicious.
The big summer is gone.
The big summer has finally left!
He was born emotional and died smiling.
I had everything in the palm of my hand,
It seemed real to me, but it was all an illusion.