Green makes
the world...

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...

Inspirations
are like birds...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...

It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...

Two opponents, two opposites, two hands,
two cycles, two circles, two ways, two hearts...

Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...