We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...

Look
White doves...

I was ready to share
all my soul with you...

Freedom is when we learn
through the limbs of our lives...

_Why does the dead fish still poke on the unbitten...
years after, where the bait and the fish himself...

Amongst the gasps of an accordion
we were dancing...

The freedom's catch is
that we can't ever be free...

Why is loneliness
so rife yet togetherness...

You must want something
extremely hard to become...

The mockery of this world
is the burning to teach to one who knows...

My Nadia was dead!
I knew it like the the dreadful taste of birth in...

I laughed at the whole world.
I...