Slowly with the sleepy night
advances silence...

Are we not all waiting
for the liquid and crystalline purity...

Tracing Back
The miser dwelling we had was not a house...

Thruthfully
The little youth broke the string of his hat...

The memories
of our childhood playmates...

Day light is leaving us
and headlights already begin to appear...

We were once fused into one
Now we meet half way...

One man fell in love
and lost control...

Two Oes
What’s the use of recognizing...

Two roads Gino
with a wall in the middle...

Unmentioned
Although you may feel tied up in a knot...

It Is Up To Us
Series of coincidences...