From nothing to everything
we are...

If you can not love anymore
if your ark of feeling have sank in the mud...

The abyss of shapes
drop to drop...

Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...

Snow man, melting frost
time is the perfection lost...

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...

Nothing makes me happier than when I see
good in people eyes...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...

Would you love me forever my French beauty?
Would you whisper the zephyrs of your breath in my...