We were talking but there
was absolute silence...

Truth is my home.
Truth is flowers...

Let me embrace your heart
you...

It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...

Just your eyes
is the safe haven...

Living is not to learn
but it is to return...

Living is not to learn
but it is to return...

Standing on the opposite sides of a train station
we waved goodbye...

This fleshy ripen dome of fervor,
this bundle of rainbow and nectar...

Do not fight to prove
you are better, do it to...

It is not important
if you are right or wrong...

The more you draw them,
the more you get to know them...