This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...

I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...

We fear the death's pain
otherwise we never could...

All the world's praising
can't put an ointment on the...

I left the cage open that the bird might come back
but the bird has never come back...

What we engrave with
the chisel of our verdicts...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

I traced a tint of mischievousness in her photo
in compare with her self-portrait...

The whole of eternity
is but a short while...

Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...

One dreams among the rest, is The reality.
One phenomenon amongst the rest, is The quiddity...

Why do I only dream
of our wakefulness...