It was always drilling in his brain,
_the woodpecker of the clock...

This is the time
to say goodbye to sobriety...

Thus,
whispered an hourglass in my ears...

It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...

Mirrors shy away when I look at me
I think in me one could never...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...

Darkness never takes completely over
even after the light is...

The fruit to die for:
The apple of neighbour’s bough...

The dance
was every improvisation between solid and ethereal...

What an endless night!
What a cruel life...

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...