Do you object to
sexual encounters in the clan...

To become insane,
I think. I miss the ruptured...

On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt...

Ah, this was the comfort of
defiance. You can...

Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems...

Do not count.
Do not return my poems...

Between the hope and
betrayal lies the truth...

Outside, a discreet moon
was rising, breathing...

Crossing the burning barriers,
you take a fatal jump...

Always waiting of
your footfalls to spend...

I accept, my defeat?
in the hands of Ariel...

Spare me a moment.
Can you anticipate the innocence...