Green makes
the world...

I am
as old as...

We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...

Going out
going in...

You are not so masterful
for...

Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...

Inspirations
are like birds...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...

It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

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

They looked down upon him in dirt in derision.
They never saw him they saw themselves...