Their gifting spirits
live on in their absence...

The odio...
revised a little...

O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...

Hero is a woman who has been bitten,
raped, convoluted in her loss of dignity...

In the metamorphosis of formation
shapes ache to attend to their final cause...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side...

The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

Snows are gone.
blossoms...

They are pages
that time...

It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...

She was crying
like I could never stop her...