Just for an aeon
I am left, in this moment...

Parallels are delusion
otherwise, roads were endless...

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...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...