All Names Are Mine (three suites)

It seems everything is unclear

In this outer world of answers

Without question marks

Sounds fade away without new to discover

Seconds are used

To count time to the prisoners of time

They count and regret

Not living, not looking.

I came back, but

Not to conquer

But to detach myself even more

It’s not charming

To live in exile

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The queer couples whom surround me

In these streets of enlightenment

Streets of personality

Who live their faces and glances

Without wounds of regret

They live their lives of

Firstborn liberation

Inside an ancient heart

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Your dream without end

Came to an end

The streets told me so

There is no place for regret

In your heart

Because this end

Is only the beginning.

Write your past as a novel

Unwritten and forgotten

I will be your new mirror

I have no name

And all names are mine.