il Giardino Romantico

I cant compare you to a summers day,For I have never seen you in my life.But make belief what Im about to say,As I watch this brave mans eternal strif

O, thou art a bird singing joyfully,Soaring, gliding in the air so freely.Above the horizon,Below the blazing sun,Tis whither thou belong.What wilt th

We are nothing but sinners.Insatiable for Satanic virtuesOf superficial beauty and charm;Craving the robes of Lucifer,In hopes of boosting our carnal

To WomenWomen of this audacious age,Do not cover up thy confidenceWith veils made by suppressors,Who claim the purpose of liberation,Yet speaks the li

Written some months earlier...We are separated by seas and lands.But our hearts and souls have never parted.In my dreams you tightly held my two hands

The master of mischiefs, I am;The guru of relaxation, I also am.I submit to no commandUnless a feast is at hand.Tranquil I may be,Vicious I can be, to

A response to Vertical LinesThe curls above the windows of your soul,The curtains that slightly dims downThe powerful radiance of your glares.Warmth,

We are but two Fools,Treading upon the soil of the World.But spinning the WheelChanges not our fate in the slightest way.Thou art the Star.And I, the

Trotting here and there;Pouncing there and here.Restless is my feline heartFor I know,Yet I dont.Changes now and then;Hoping then and now.Contentness

Gone is the angelHe, who is himself without wingsHad empowered meThe ability to soar.Gone is the museThough he himself created notEnriched me with sup