The cranes bright in white
Are here when the fields are full...

A war
Forms in the space...

On a hot day he planted seedlings
when a stranger passed by...

The last three days
I have been in constant check of the time...

Pardon, for the loss of freedom
For the loss of the smell of the ocean...

The problem with you
is that you are always right...

Playing Sherlock, one day in his crazy life
He decided to deduce, deduce, deduce...

The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...

Instrumental music fills the air
and the room...

Nocturnal eyes lurking behind the tree
A curious gaze awaiting in silence...

Ah, ain’t them amusing, these minions from the...
Did the sorcerer doth think this Lady will die in...

Wake up without purpose
Back to bed to slumber...