They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...

It would always shine
before it is blurred with what...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight...

Liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

I was lost in you
then I lost you...

O the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...

Let me land beside you
beautiful butterfly...

We shall be forgotten
but our love will remain...

These needs that I am chasing all my life
shackle me to myself...

Worship Him in the temple of beauty
in all places...

Under the window
of an unknown beloved...