I speak;
no one hears me...

I like to travel
and to see new horizons...

Beauty is a lie
made up by the beholders...

O goddess shrouded in mystery,
have you ever seen your face...

When i was young
i had no sense of direction...

When people get together
after almost an eternity...

Walking around aimlessly for hours
i chanced upon them and i thought...

My canvas was painted in black and white,
half blank, half drowning...

My body came
into my possession...

No cheap candles,
no flowers, no chocolates...

The cold stones remind us
that the words engraved...

This is the row of tables
where, for four years...