I’m ready for the sunrise
my heart give him rhythm
and my soul melody.
Maybe of your warm
drops made planets in your hands
- juggle with them!
Haikuisam is source
Only haikuists know where
the source come from.
Close your heart
the wind come in my street
- I felt it in my fire
Fire burns in our hearts
You feel the winter? Me, no.
I’m pagan dancer.
Wind in my autumn coat,
frozen hands in my pockets
- moon ready to be full.
I inaugurate my moon
to follow you in every step.
To be your only light.
The moon is crying
I make elixir from her tears
to reborn our love!
I am border between my lines
jump and slide trough my words
my paper is like snow.
The universe give me the colors
I put it in rainbow pen mixed with autumn smell
- your body is my paperboard.