No more nights will shallow us from today as an us doesn't exist any longer by now. It is not only your feelings that dissipate you bury...

Let's play chess, I will let you win while Asian herbs color the water in a white empty smoky cup, with the scent of a green milky Oolong...

Blossoms of words, poems for whom? Flowers dried out in a faraway road. A delicate spring that came too late, or maybe too soon or never...