Just as we cannot keep the glance steady for long...
We cannot even stand for long the proportions of...

My walls, my insanity, my passion in the night...
That's why I don't go adoring curtains...

Am not being dogged,
want to act doughty...

The prompting of my shadow
has taught me to be humble...

To transplant the memories of one man into other...
Maybe that way you could start another kind of...

In the roof of the word
several loves are playing...

To my unborn child,
Firstly...

Unique each night,
The heart in the head with no neck...

Each one goes however he can
Some with the breast ajar...

Words fall from the clouds.
They fall for the sake of falling...

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

The glance is a lovely pretext of the eye's and...
The thorns maintain our blood, and there is a new...