It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into colours...

You do not see the Absolute.
To see...

I inhale you and exhale myself
I do love you and I do not...

The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...

You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...

One must see into
the others to become a...

You—
who, in all this noise...

Death is the length we
measure life, we learn to live...

Mama, I cannot defeat you.
I cannot even fight you...

Life is an interlude
between two deaths...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

A poetic hive without the bees of words,
The song that sings me out...