Her language has no curves
or colors...

She planted you,
expecting to see a small plant...

Julio's words
embraced me...

I summon and call thee up
Mighty one of the East...

Inside her
there is an altar in her chest...

When she finally saw him,
he was two years old...

You stayed silent and calm,
watching my soft madness...

Saucy Spaghetti, Sweet Time...

The moment was kind,
an unexpected masterpiece...

There is a man behind a logical shadow,
his sleepy ego wants a war...

I shall not think of you
as a lunar creature or forgive you...

"Did you become yourself?" I asked him
as he followed the moon with silken eyes...