you

hold the treasure of beauty
in your eyes
so much you see in me
that i doubt,
to have ever possessed

one day

dead, dry leaf in the wind...
one day shall be found, who knows
maybe in a desert: desolate
or washed to the ocean with rain

bravery

tell me about sincerity i say
with a voice barely heard in the wind
then bravery...
loyalty

search

hit too much dirt and sand
in this river bed...
don't know if gold exist

the vowels

i have chased them all over the town today
...with a dream they are about to disappear
over the mountain across the sea