She always dances
amid her skirt...

Do you remember our panting in an aquarium,
all wet and sweaty...

Mama, I cannot defeat you.
I cannot even fight you...

Such a strange affair
in between here and there...

An hour passed,
pausing time...

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

When you hide behind
the beauty of your dear masks...

Clocks disguise the time
in the acts of rotations...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...

Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...

Why does everything come with its matching wing?
understanding is another version of satisfaction...

Is it schizophrenia,
knowing that everyone knows everything...