I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

There's the cage of those
who lack reason, and those who're...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

Is it in the accuracy of sensibility
that patterns come to the sense...

Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...

How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...

A samurai strikes
from the pivot point...

Between now and then
we are forever running...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...

Hey torero you are so brave
raging the bull...