Make music from my goodbye
as my hand unfurls and you learn...

Let me sleep
as the night bleeds stars...

I choose another artifice
to wrap you up in my inhabited planet...

Soren, my love,
it is not easy to endure...

I try not to live out myself in others:
it is already hard to be my own enemy...

I have seen him barefoot with a stick in his...
drawing enigmas on the ground...

If i could leave this bitter coffee
for tomorrow or maybe those overdue bills...

I appreciate a round of musical chairs,
sitting unembarrassedly on the edge...

She was a strega:
I saw her making magic...

She became a hymn, a solemn something
after the indescribable understanding...

Can you help me take off the clothes of the day
and dishevel the night...

I knew he was coming to talk about
what was tattooed on his skin...