Looking endlessly
into the ending things to...
It's often harsh and
unmusical for we can't...
It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into colours...
Stability is
a swinging pendulum that comes to a brief rest...
Whenever we learn that our past
is not just limited to our memories...
Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...
I think I'd rather be liked than known
And I know myself so much less than I should...
Perhaps in another lifetime I'd let myself be held
While tears shine like starlight on the tabletop...
I carry you around as
if you're an integral...
Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...
I don’t care if you believe in God or not
Yet whoever “knows” God in heart...
Time is links
woven together loop by loop...