To the 'Like-Minded' Mobs
What you are...

The reason that we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

All the languages belong to the same arbour
the two outlet bugles...

I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned you were just a semblance I was...

Butterflies, butterflies
here and there...

How life and death are
clinging on to each other...

The bitter taste of pain
glossing us...

She always dances
amid her skirt...

To be her Lover
you must rediscover...

O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never...
There was a man...

Your breasts are
mountain haves of honey and zest...