The Borderline

She is lost in her thoughts, her gaze soars through her mind…

Transitory

This moment, this transitory position in time…

Horizons

Tread softly as the night sky first turns pale…

Timely Sonnet

We trust so much to the capricious Time, / We call her wild whims the works of Fate.

Sonnet of Loss

The trees do not mourn their felled autumn leaves / Leaves that were dead long before they let go…

Gladiator

I put on my gladiator T-shirt from Rome / And my big black boots with the base. / I am the gladiator, I am the pain inside me…