He gently disintegrated
listening to a tango...

Hosting the air
The cruelest moment is now...

She needs to tell me her newly-born truth
as if I could accept the unacceptable...

She wears magic on her eyelids
as she burns april...

she said we need a revolution
and a red heart...

As I write this last letter, the sun dies in my...
my vowels and consonants carry my shame and cross...

I have a secret to tell:
I am glued to this world...

I hear The Goddess
when The Full Moon dances in my eyes...

His baggage is heavier than mine
and the spirits of the place can't understand...

I'm living.
come back later, around eleven...

Iansan
Lady of the Winds...

What is this thing
stopping my hand midair...