After drawing a self-portrait,
I want you to believe...

Experimenting with thoughts and nostalgia,
trying to extinguish the guilty fire...

On the road
negotiating a midnight blue...

Without a collateral black magic,
nobody wants to start a currency...

When I am completely denuded
Of my tremors...

My altered sensorium goes berserk
when I hear four - letter words like nuke and...

Always struck by infinity,
I was searching a center...

Onlooker to your own empty life, you try to...
it was not that simple, to confess in silence...

Question of me,
vanquishing the existence, arises again...

In the silence of a nameless night, the moon...
to bring out secret tears...

Winds define the path now, in order not to submit
the discovery of another guilt...

Solitary moon makes a silent ascent,
penetrates into blue sky...