The mockery of this world
is the burning to teach to one who knows...

My Nadia was dead
I knew it like the the dreadful taste of birth in...

I laughed at the whole world.
I...

It was deep inside the wound of that tramp
that I learned to be a gentleman...

_Why does the dead fish still poke on the unbitten...
years after, where the bait and the fish himself...

Freedom is when we learn
through the limbs of our lives...

Just in the moment you smile
life...

We must switch
the focal point of our attention from...

The awe of turning old,
winds your blooms away...

Seeker:
_Master! teach me you...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel line in motion...

We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...