I am
as old as...

We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...

Going out
going in...

You are not so masterful
for...

Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

On the cash you say
"In God we trust" though the cash...

The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...

Throbbing to seam the
tattered perfection, time is...

No gender, no male and female.
You’re dissolving in me and I in you...

O my friend,
climb the ladder of eternal friendship...