No routine but rituals I do some actions everyday, at different point of awareness Some I enjoy, some I don't Everyday stories, altogether Actions, they are ...

My heart gets lost into the winding of my soul While my body is restricted into my tiny little flat I'm looking at the window, I can't see the horizon. I dec...

A poem about the end of the quarantine Now, are you up to wear a mask, To go out from your dwelling Or what you prefer wearing Is a blindfold over your eyes ...