The serpent devours
its own tail...

When people get together
after almost an eternity...

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

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

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...

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

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

I speak;
no one hears me...

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