Beyond heaven
there must be peace within...

We both know what
the black stars hide...

Brazilian Day in Toronto
When you get the subway...

Emerald leaves shimmer
beneath golden rays of light...

I got an old book
and spent some time...

"There are the waves and there is the wind...
- Kuan Yin...

Buried alive
The minute I heard my first love story...

She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here...

Her lips are petrified:
she lost the prophecies...

She embraced her nakedness,
feeling some wrinkles summoning the sun...

There's nothing left of us to long for anymore.
things that not move...

I'd like to tell you
i'm surviving but not breathing...