Here is the path of hundred poems to words chanting to gods of winter winds and rivers Stems of clouds Dew and dust Lovesick tree roots...

I’ve written a book with no words, only empty pages for my eyes to rest in wonder and dream. Day after night, I’ve poured my soul and...

The wind envelops the ocean laments into a song of longing caressing the horizon. The sublime music in nature unravels the echoes of a...

Where do you hide in your corner of solitude? Bounded by flesh, the soul defies gravity within the pores of the universe. Sailing across...

Traveling beams of light escaping the night: stillness of being in the resumed absence ahead. Silence is the sound within the drying skin...

Waves of clouds on a liquid mirror frame the abyss of its escaping light. A forgotten prayer - sung by the invisible sailor on his...

The ocean revealed -and I just needed to ask when the rain pours tears on its salty quilt does it change anything Does it? Yes...the...

Resilience of light, channeling each breath and memory through the displacement of place and time. Each season passing brings back the...

The year was not an even number silencing the wind and the leaves slowly climbing the stairs and stopping to breath smells of paintings I...

At night, I can clearly hear the soundscapes within silence, the crystal ring of restless and relentless migrations of winters, pale...

The same window, the same view, the same sky. My eyes can’t see beyond the horizon, yet my soul and heart circle around the wind on the...

Was it the stone I turned The house I built The fire I lit Was it the smile I drew The hand I hold The tear I hid Not a fraction of day...

Vorrei scegliere il cuore senza il rapire del pianto il sonno degli anni il silenzio dei pini i lamenti del vento che solo Dio può capire...

The sanctuary of the souls inhabiting the space called home is a sacred shelter of all the emotions that makes us human. When souls...

I caught a reflection of me A dipping forceful wave then undercurrent streams of self Glimpses without time A whirlwind of consciousness...

It’s still winter here The world’s suspended muted by sunless thoughts like puffs of damp cottons in my ears All too familiar empty...

Autumn turns every color into lingering memories of spring, until winter undresses every single leaf and all that is left is the absence....

A poem with words of glass and bleeding light. Sorting the feelings of winter memory was never a choice. It never revealed the truth...

Fragments of heart To walk trough the path holding hands with the clouds and drink at the source with unquenchable spirit Fragments of...

Light forgotten Melody on mirrors and shadows, a veil across time. Noise repeats in hallow darkness. Light forgotten. Stepping, crashing,...