After a period in which examinations and the like have kept me busy, maybe I can spend a little 'more time to my creations are not modeling.
But I do not promise anything. Meanwhile, for now I present these haiku, written yesterday while I was thinking of the cold this winter and train what I have spent the past months.
Cold Meat
I almost a caress.
Tear the sky.
inner fire warms me in the race: Die
winter.
Muta, in silence.
that sun is far away
Infidel, that burns.
Yet I desire
The caress of light,
On another May.
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