Alone in a room
with a deja-view...

We will board massive ships
and sail to where the wind...

Somewhere in the desert
of New Mexico, an old man...

Some things in life are tragic,
some things seem so unfair...

As long as there is no revolution forthcoming,
pray then for the breakdown...

PROVERB I
Attach oneself not...

PROVERB VIII
There are...

He had eyes of
bluish fog gray...

The ragged man shuffles
down the slow alley...

In the still calm before the storm,
gray air, not a leaf moving...

Once there was a time.........
Once there was a child...

There are those who think too much
bulbous heads swaying in the breeze...