To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...

Separation is
the only way we prevail...

"The first E"
There is a sip just a sip...

From white
to white...

Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...

I surrendered all my memories,
the fallen leaves of my life...

Snows are gone.
blossoms...

They are pages
that time...

When music is fine
what difference does it make...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

Life is always having somewhere to go,
and when we have nowhere to go...

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