- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...

No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

Darkness never takes completely over
even after the light is...

Maybe only music could slow this heart rate.
Maybe for me is already too late...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...

What an endless night!
What a cruel life...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...