Tranquillity
is to recognise...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...

Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

We've indisputably
put up a fight...

Our conscience is the
very presence of others...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Eluard...

Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...