Silent go the dead
on the moon...

Self-searching was most difficult for me
one by one the years had gone by...

A heap of voices hails you, when you stop
in the tract...

We always searched for the center,
the dark hole of a naked mind...

The character of the myth exploded,
naked aggression on the souls started with...

Don't go brutal in the veins
blood is diluted...

Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds...

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

When you were talking about purity of
Platelets...

Some truth disempowers you. You wanted
to be yourself as if not to become extinct...

Your own shelter of erected pretentions is...
but you don't want to come out from the cage...

What shall I write
from the empty, desolate heart...