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Two hands of ashes
Thrown into sunset
Memories we shared

Fire

In heart's fires
Shadows oddly dance
On mind's walls

Waves

Fugitive waves
Make life disappear
In thoughts' lightness

Walk

Heavy clouds
Feeling the winter
With my own boots

Reasons

No reason
For the wind to blow
Still it blows

Broken

To know one's heart
One needs to break it
Repeatedly

Bow

When bowing
Bow your self
Further down

Touch

To break one's heart
One must be prepared
To feel the shreds

Tipping-points

Small acts of kindness
Make infinities perish
In a memory

Insanity

A whole world
Condamned by whispers
Of madness

Cuts

One's life sanity
Cut by sharp razors
Of insanity

Windows

No windows to reach
Beyond the sunset
The stardust settles

Breath

One feels the air
As it fills the lungs
One more day

Breath

Love comes
One breath at a time
So goes away

Frozen

Frozen windows
Mind needs a mirror
To know thyself

Bricks

A missing brick
From the whole wall
The wall itself

Flight

Uneasy clouds
Run from day's coldness
Awaken hopes

Fight

When all gets answered
Remains the silence
Mind fights with thyself

Bridges

How little the hopes
That spread between years
Up to life's bridges

Winter

The winter bites
From a sunny day
Up to one's toes

Inquiry

Should one let go
A truth of the past
Do trees need hugs

Junctions

Fireworks crossing
The glimpse of a sky
Full of hopes

Jump

Jumping fireworks
Between ordered windows
Repetitive thoughts

Moonlight

The warmest moon
On the coldest sky
Blue together

Frozen

How deeply soft
A warm winter's day
Freezes one's thoughts

Flurries

Bending willows
The sensuous winds
Of our thoughts

Pieces

Half of a sky
Half of a river
Life makes them whole

Reflection

A small glimpse of light
To be the candle
For my own windows

Fight

A fighter chose
Which fight to take
Before first step

Rehearsal

A couple's dance
Between night's snowflakes
Future reversed

Flight

Butterfly's flight
Is just a wild dream
Of one's deep roots

Fall

So much folly
In the falling star
Mirroring words

Love

One gives his love
Till nothing remains
But the desert

Luggage

When all life ends
It remains the cross
Carried within

Being

When we find peace
Rivers stop being
The same rivers

Flexion

Many riddles
Pull and crash one’s hopes
Midnight guesswork

Madness

What mad idea

To fall deeply in love

With an idea 

Autumn

Rivers with no end
Succumb in one’s non-being
Colorful memories

Nudity

When one's petals fall
A rose's looks fades away
Into its essence

Mystery

The rose bud
A secret to find
Once opened

Tenderness

No tenderness
Can fill one's heart
More than one's own

Jump

Leaping frogs
Knowing all the pond
And nothing more

Snowflakes

Thoughts settle down

In all solitude

Let it snow 

Waves

The ocean is much more
Than the beauty of its waves
Cleaves of each moment

Sailing

Oceans seem afar
For the boats on shores
A few feet away

Legends

Tiresome thoughts
Inscribing the past
Where does life go

Flight

Random fireflies
In nocturnal dance
Ghost maps afloat

Grains

Grains of sand
Drowning in each wave
That wipes the shores

Waves

Endless reflections
Find ends in themselves
Between waves of faith

Drawings

What is a picture
Without a man’s mind
Cold inexistence

Illusion

Falling in love
With the images
From our minds

Time

Eternity
And its images
Gone in seconds

Life

Even life’s greatness
Is reduced to simple words
Hidden from inside

Castles

Great castles
Become great ruins
Same one’s thoughts

Blurs

It starts with a cloud
And ends with a deep ocean
Blurred reality

Beauty

An unknown beauty

Lets itself undiscovered

So is one's old self 

Haiku

A tiny green frog
Caught in haiku's pond
Self-referencing

Fireplace

Heart burns to each thought

Never meant to be fulfilled 

Igniting old fires

Gifts

Rivers turn back

The entrusted gifts
Flowing away

Roads

Late to be humans
Too early to be called gods
Roadways to nowhere

Search

There's something there
In the midst of storm
Searching for us

Blossoms

Lotus blossoms
To be awaken
By the sunrise

Fragments

Look at religions
Crumbled upon their own weight
One thousand mirrors

Distance

One seeks freedom
When cage is too close
To his own thoughts

Panorama

Crystal-clear rivers
Holding images
Of the alps within

Flight

Finite mirrors
Of the worlds to come
Restless swans

Autumn

Autumn's raindrops
Bubble in windows
Commonplace errs

Whispers

So far winds blow
Through the falling night
Leaves whisper

Moonshine

The whisky clings
To old memories
Some rocks ahead

Walk

Letting my soul
On your steps' pavement
Don't walk to harsh

Convergence

Numbers disappear
In finit universes
Of infinity

Call

Call me a rebel

Lost are my causes 

In seas of roses

Call me a river

Lost is the spring well

To destination

Call me a mountain

Lost is the structure

Of my long searching

Call me a human

Lost I am in crowds

Of sound religions

Call me the lightness

Lost is the darkness

Between written words

Call me the soundless

Lost shout out the thoughts

In deepest silence

Don't call me at all

I will find my self

Wherever I am

Walls

Bricks of war

Too high the walls

That aren't there 

Shadows

Night’s shadows
Succumb in whispers
Storm of ghosts

Leap

Peaceful pond

The leap of a frog

That isn't there

Rainfall

Images of rain
Ripple through each fall
Decadent old thoughts

Waves

Rebellious waves
Vanishing into the sea
To be thus reborn

Flow

Scattered moments
What is gained by day
Is lost by night

Beauty

Rose's beauty
A petals' clinging
To the whole

Threads

Each path a thread
A thousand roads
Bring one nowhere

Counting

Into sunset
Counting the shadows
Left by the trees

Mockery

A Buddha's statue
Reducing the gods
To own's nothingness

Home

The home of one's thoughts
Shelters a whole life
Does it rain outside

Letters

So many letters
Stacked into one's soul
Bridges to no lands

Illusory

So many nice words
For the nothingness of it
More emptiness

Reverie

One falls in love
With blurred images
Of his past

Dreams

Willow's arms
The flowing river
A tree's dream

Haiku

Stealing words
From nature's sounds
Haiku's soul

Mirroring

The river receives
Everything except the self
Of an gone image

Becoming

On the path
Of becoming gods
Dying a lit

Ripples

Morning prayings
Echoes in one's mind
A bell's ringing

Creation

With each thought
Touching the paper
Something dies

Emptiness

One writes whole books
To fill the void solitude
From his own thoughts

Windy

We call it love
The wind that blows
From heart to heart

Being

In one’s happiness
This deep despair
Of not being  

Raindrops

Unnumbered raindrops
Molding to same form
Oceans of despair

Bridges

Some cross the bridges
Before arriving to them
Majestic shadows

Madness

Even the madness
In whirlpool of thoughts
Infinity lurks

Silence

One clap of hands
Silence comes after
As beforehand

Emptiness

In an empty room
One hears one's echo
Searching another