I dreamt of a world in which I met you

I disassemble
as black stones do
in the beaches where everyone bears my skin.

I love you,
love you;
for you are me.


show me the human and I’ll press, STOP!

I play with movement;
fingers, centimeters away from my mouth
corn, away from the glass
houses, bricks, red roofs white walls
clouds stretched…

monotonous journey

and one day I create a movie of my own.
where nothing will happen and everything will.
the epitome of boredom it will be.
the cure for insomnia.
no drugs, no pills,
monotony is the best antidote to the deprivation of sleep.