It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...

Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...

To my little niece
I miss you from the bottom of my heart...

Let me embrace your heart
you...

Truth is my home.
Truth is flowers...

Do not fight to prove
you are better, do it to...

Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...

Do you remember our dawn
where awareness first...

Time is the quantized
anamnesis of such an...

Clocks disguise the time
in the acts of rotations...

I dreamed of you at nights,
I sleepwalked you in the daylights...

In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...