He serenades still
there under the window of...

Liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight...

It would always shine
before it is blurred with what...

The more it is bruised
the more iridescent it...

I was thirsty
like the smelted sands of deserts...

Idiot: " Come on, look into my glasses
and see how clear the world would turn...

We immerse in on another
We drown in one another's thirsts...

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

The lady was passing
so sparkling in dazzle...

There is an end to me and you,
but not to us...

So deep in my ears,
there is a song...