From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
I move in the university of the waves.
It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
Look aroundโthere's only one thing of danger for you hereโpoetry.