The sound of the violin is heard at the late hours...
Prayers are being spread along the country at...
Mass emotions
flying around...
I'M ASHAMED OF WHOM IVE BECOME
I HAVE LIED AND DECEIVED MYSELF...
The beak of winter is
filled with snowy residue...
La vida es una jaula no es otro que la muerte
La venganza de la furia...
Shadows move across the walls
Don't turn off the lights...
You have entered my soul
with your love...
Sitting in a corner,
crying tears...
I am learned in an artless form
to take these static fabrics...
I was breathed into the coral reef
of aqueous rocks and morning caves...
A dance, gentle, slow, low and quiet, into the...
Sleeping nights with rains of cold liquid drip...
The light pursues like ever before,
An open door can't be ignored...