We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...

The less awareness
we have the more objects we...

The awe
of wrinkles...

Not the evidence,
but the avoidance of...

The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...

How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...

In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...

Heaven is gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies...

Life is a guitarist
who has never owned a guitar...

I am a migrant bird
of your beauty...

Music is when sun and earth make love,
the waltz...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...