Strolling one evening, once in the month of may
I came across, to my surprise, a black lake lined...

Pain is...
Listening to your parents...

Screaming, the child alone
Dead the mother's heart, tears...

So alien,
So hard to understand, the hand...

Love
how can it be described...

Dead, in a sea of life
No one to notice, no one...

The leaf
Such a small, fragile, thing...

Dead flowers bloom
Strange is this...

I'm a demon
I'm a saint...

Like stars
Like god...

From whence my window
A knocking did disturb me from my slumber...

The Earth
A spinning Globe of beauty and life...