The bottom of things is neither life nor death.
My proof is...

The probability of equality lies within the...
We fight to satisfy our ego...

Where does it go
this vine that climbs the air...

Life, like wind on a portrait
Everyone trying to figure me out...

Art is speaking from the heart,
language which make skinny people feel fat...

With a cold breathe I stare,
As the beauty of the night disappear...

The disbrief of the stars
Comes down to establish an unbalanced heretical...

It is true I don't connect emotionally
neither fall in love like puppies...

Open my eyes, Make me see
See the opportunities, flashing before me...

Will tell you something,
something I have always said to myself...

There is a door that's open
but we have to break in, just the same...

I can feel your presence
with grace my heart you fill with unending joy...