There's something about your air
that makes my soul cling to you...

It's raining here,
it's raining acid and shrapnels...

In February,
there is tenderness in the air...

Hurry up.
They're here...

Where you are, it's probably dark
and the screams of others are the...

And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...

I once stressed the sun
to the corner of your...

I will lay you;
a drowsy gazelle...

How trite it would taste
if I begin to paint you in blue and white...

We're amidst the crazy
city; October dimness, women with...

Nothing.
His plucked nails will still hurt...

Your love to me had always
been a splinter of...