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

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

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

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

All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the spirits...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

Who he lights the lamp of your smiles
occasionally...

Life ends where it begins.
Perfection is a zero in motion...

Life is somewhere between the length of hyenas...
and the sweet tweet of nightingales...

Carousels
in the carnival of your eyes...

O merciful God
please forgive them for killing me...