Every day,
I slept when his light went away...

a chair arms
the fatigued man...

You, my dear, are like a candle.
On and on, just burning, melting...

Do you see that peach on that tree?
The one that hangs so tightly free...

Someday, I'll be like a volcano
underneath the sea...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...

roses, roses I would like
to place some on the table...

Sitting upon a piles of dirty clothes,
I can't distinguished...

Having faith does not mean to not question or to...
Having faith is questioning and doubting but still...

It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...

To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...

And a man once said to a woman:
make me your love...