The soul of a man
A detail that I would contemplate
What is not seen
It never arouses interest
Relax in the heat
In the splendid stillness
The ephemeral is enough
And some vice if it will escape us.
I live here, next to you
I breathe and think looking for a meaning if there is ...

I live here, around you
But you don't look at me
You do not know that you are lost you do not imagine
How beautiful, healthy and human it is to get lost in us ...
Forbidden fantasies
Silenced truths and ambiguities
Declare oneself to the world
Hated. Never pitied!
I live here, insatiable.
Neither disenchantment or afterthought for me ... So ...
I live here
I will adapt
I've always said it: a good plate and a bed.
This is freedom.
It's always nice, healthy and human, to get lost… and already.