So, then, does a dummy always says
what ventriloquist want him to say...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

Tell me that there is a reason for me being alive,
that there is a final meaning...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

Every time we embrace
we inbreathe each other...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...

A wee rabbit trapped
in the barb wires of your fangs...

All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...

Those who've tried so hard
to sweep him away by brooms...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...