Mama, I cannot defeat you.
I cannot even fight you...

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...

The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...

Orson Welles,
a man...

Sometimes an embrace
is cozier...

It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into colours...

One must see into
the others to become a...

I inhale you and exhale myself
I do love you and I do not...

Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...

God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...

Death is the length we
measure life, we learn to live...