here I go

here I go walking between the plural possessives
of the paintings, sculptures, and music, evaluated
through numbers at the power of words to express
the feelings of your heart using any pastel thought,
to satirize any xenophobe soul and also mediocrity
of some who dared to shade somehow the beauty
putting in light the [hate] what [they call it love]
but no one has no idea, — I accept no compromise

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs