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

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

Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...

The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...

Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...

We photograph a flower
paint it, versify it, turn it to a piece of art...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man does...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes
from forgotten languages of dreams...

<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...

I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of loneliness...

All these roads are as the print of lashes
on his body...

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