It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...

We're in a life where clammy walls ate half of our
dreams, where the scent of lead corroded the rest...

An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...

Let us be strangers tonight;
two hungry pigeons gathering...

I guess I will taste so much salt
this year - our garden has withered since August...

This face reminds me
of murder, diarrhea...

In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...

Please don't let me
down, time...

Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...

Last night, I painted the
perfect picture of our hands...

In April, larks lurk
under the murk of my bed...

Tonight is almost beautiful.
Stars feel like mockingbirds...