How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...

This sadness is the kind of sadness
found at the streets in my dreams - the type...

I'm troubled.
there's too much chaos...

These eyes as brown as Earth
And these tears that flow like rivers...

If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...

Water and the rocks,
Splish and splash, the river goes...

At the bottom
of the button of a rose...

A gardener before planting it into a vase, spoke...
"Within this vase lies the soil that'll...

I'll write about the color white
just take a look and see the sky...

In you, I live to die.
For life is death...

To feel is to sleep in streets
with newspapers up to necks...