In western sky
hundreds of small birds were...

Would not wear
the seasoned face...

The dichotomy was complete.
I walk in your tears...

The wind was black
and I wanted to make an eye contact...

Finally I found myself.
This book of life...

Lying on bed of
thorns, you revoke the curse...

Ending of day was beginning,
of a terrible awakening...

The space had a scent.
In stunned silence, I will...

I will meet the moon
on the terrace...

I care less,
walking on plateau...

With dolls on your side
of a troubled life; you...

And the lineage of existence
does not fade...