My skin is covered by a map,
where it lead I sure don't...

I can feel your presence
with grace my heart you fill with unending joy...

The disbrief of the stars
Comes down to establish an unbalanced heretical...

Simple yet so meaningful
Far but feels so closer...

I'm a hard art.
Paint made of many faces...

What is art?
It's speaking from the heart...

The presence of life in the self-image cast on...
Realizing you being tormented by your own...

When the night has fallen,
And the stars start to fall...

White daisy,
pollinated in Africa...

Love like fever
In the middle of winter...

The other who bears my name has begun to unknow...
He wakes when I sleep...

I could feel the heat from the sun melt on me
Clouds seemed beautiful...