It is pouring.
You can feel, smell and touch...

The finger and a ring?
a story of bonhomie...

After the apocalypse,
the fiefdoms were growing...

Tell me,
how would you die...

Like a starfish? you are
not a star, always opening...

Do you need a divine witness?
if I abdicate a claim...

A hate apart, living in embraces,
one night? you find the...

Eaten up, by wanderlust?
I started my sleepwalks...

I can do it, hold the wasp
in my palm? without grains...

The space in between?
the mayhem and spiritual hour...

The reflection was never
complete...

A midnight darkness?
threatens the purple moon...