In the corridor
Every time I look at her
Always a big smile
Full of dignity
In front of man-made tin gods
Kneeling before whom
Asking in prison
Which side is behind bars
The guard points at me
Drunk men in the bus
The very first eye contact
Do you have a smoke
The student suffers
The question is not asked yet
The teacher suffers
Waiting for the train
Attention platform seven
Lights in the tunnel
In the afternoon
Please call me when you read this
Signed with coffee stains
When we hear kissing
What language does it sound like
Waiting for the words
Three escalators
One goes up, the other goes down
Out of order sign
Before I kissed you
What were we talking about
What does it matter
Asking for the way
Right then left then right again
Until you are there
She offers me tea
No sugar, nor hot water
Only a letter
The candle is lit
She is all wet already
The wick in the wax
Walnut then Chestnut
Or why not a coconut
Am I going nuts
Writing poetry
Something lies dormant in me
Burping and farting
Very long cables
Apartments with old modems
Minos' labyrinth