• The River

    I listen to this river
    seated
    in the border
    I wash my feet... more »

  • Villegiatura

    We wait for to cross the crowd
    on the beach, we cross arms
    photographic legs, breasts
    raised for the fire of the beauty... more »

  • Whore

    First, the depths of her eyes
    let the night in. Then the body
    turns the corners as if passing through walls
    of crystal, the hair trembles... more »

  • Wind's Arabesque

    I like what you're trying to do –
    this one
    is a few drafts away from... more »