Butterflies stroke the
velvet fur of gardens while...

As soon as you think
you've found the final answer...

In the name of Indian warriors
the first nation of truth...

This fleshy ripen dome of fervor,
this bundle of rainbow and nectar...

Standing on the opposite sides of a train station
we waved goodbye...

Time is a railway.
Now is the very trains that...

It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...

We were talking but there
was absolute silence...

Truth is my home.
Truth is flowers...

Let me embrace your heart
you...

It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...

Just your eyes
is the safe haven...