Every time we embrace
we inbreathe each other...

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

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

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

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

Have you ever drunk from the goblet of yourself?
Have you ever distinguished...

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

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

The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...

The nature of dream
is wakefulness...

She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...

How I float on the flow of this music,
how I realize I am a share in this music...