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

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

Stones; aligned like an
army queue 'midst the garden...

Hurry up.
They're here...

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

I will lay you;
a drowsy gazelle...

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

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

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

It's been six years, one month
and fourteen days since the last...

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

I remember
we were selfless, innocent...