I can’t lose the gulp in my throat.

A poem to beat the heat.

Conscience sometimes much better, than the sound that comes out of the tongue and throat.

Betrayal can be too hard to forgive and forget.

How rarely the two actually entwine.

Everyone’s been in the situation in which your words become your downfall…
Be careful.

Water is acqua in Italian. There are people who say that you have to drink water to clear your throat. Therefore a liter of water per day is enough to keep you running.

Two silly rhymes about a fly and a frog.

A poem I wrote about love making.

Tis sad but true.