We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand...

One needs to reflect
into the others to get...

You cannot help yourself
being beautiful...

Beauty and youth
have no choice...

The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...

Time stopped at the time of his death
His watch was dead...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

There, deep inside the coal mine was pitch black,
Everything was doused in darkness...

O look we are kissing butterflies!
O look our kisses are, a butterfly...

How much hating them,
would impale us to turn...

They don't mean their words
words for them are contests of...

Hi
I am a single father...