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

Might have hurt you,
in so many ways that I have even forgotten how it...

I'm a hard art.
Paint of many faces...

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

The shadow erases the tracks of its body
But the body can't erase the tracks of its shadow...

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...

A heart without emotional response to love is of a...

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...

Everyone is calling
calling not to find out whether I'm okay...