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

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

Is it in the accuracy of sensibility
that patterns come to the sense...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

In the middle of the night, I screamed her name.
In the middle of the nightmare...

A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

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

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

Audio...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

Like all the whites and pinks tailing
your heir...