When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...

Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

A samurai strikes
from the pivot point...

~~The confession of a deranged reality to a man of...
Sometimes the nightmares are reality...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...

Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...

Did you know
that the whole world...

I dream of you
in jazz...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...