In the middle of the night, I screamed her name.
In the middle of the nightmare...

Days are sliding away in disdain,
let fall...

Drawn-out and broad
on the cobblestone...

Maybe only music could slow this heart rate.
Maybe for me is already too late...

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...

- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...

She was crying
like I could never stop her...

Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

We photograph a flower
paint it, versify it, turn it to a piece of art...

The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...

What a pernicious time this year was for me.
what a serrated dagger...

She is always dances amid her skirt.
Horizons always are very...