The virtue is to trust
To have faith in the face of strain...

When I search for motives
To my thoughts and dreams...

The sun casts its fierce eye
On the swarthy lad...

Voice boom over mike
A hateful quip...

I will tell a story
About today...

Again
We meet...

Our frienship is forgotten
Stashed away like rear boxes...

Profuse strength
Agile walk...

She is an African goddess
Ho ha...

Silver halides are used
To make films...

Only love counts
Honesty may prove valuable...

Oil is like gold
Similar hue...