al cruzar espero nunca regresar
ao atravessar espero nunca mais voltar
at the crossing im expecting never to return
al otro lado
Micropoetry
for Poppa
only at Your lap can i find comfort
parallel process
heal my pains and my disgraces will vanish
America my bride
my flight parallels the clown’s tribulation what to do serenity
Thanatos
the gray shadows tiptoe and sob just outside my mind
surrender
willingly i sink in your hands im tired peace flood over me
triumph
although you called me stupid i didn’t hesitate at the liquor cabinet tonight
plea
Mercy, nourish the brilliance of my tarnished soul
disclosure
the book of me is in my eyes, read with courageous love
after the burial
the wind swept my hair as the lady bug flew from my hand
words less spoken 