Locked you within my reach. For years of cold war,
I bit the bullet without a doubt, every time...

Whatever he is,
all filled with yellow...

Golden week when children play,
I see no shadow in tall grasses wave...

You think stories ending in cliff
hangers torment people, but the truth...

Here lies the story of impression,
the wind of this sail propelled me...

I hear the souls
clanking the chains...

Paced into the hideaway
to confess your truth...

We met on the other side
to fulfill a vow we pact...

You call it an outlet, an art expression,
an extension of being, a process of becoming...

I look at you and I know what you want.
I look at her and I tell her what she wants to...

We see the
other side and...

Paintings of war in a never abandoned town,
this home resides the stories I have not heard. As...