Draw me again
to nameless things...

I wait for you
and it is never late...

Manoel died
and the world...

Marielle grew up
in a slum and started work...

Now that february insults me more
and the room is too small...

Here everything has changed and the silences...
Little things get so huge, principles woken or...

The melody will linger on
but her lonely sonatas are over...

I summon and call thee up
Mighty one of the East...

She held the puppy,
lulling her with tears...

Ms Black Widow aka Aracne...

As she walks towards me,
I think of how sad silence can be...

Mushrooms
slowly life knows its simplicity...