Mirrors shy away when I look at me
I think in me one could never...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...

Darkness never takes completely over
even after the light is...

The fruit to die for:
The apple of neighbour’s bough...

The dance
was every improvisation between solid and ethereal...

What an endless night!
What a cruel life...

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...

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

Days are sliding away in disdain,
let fall...

Drawn-out and broad
on the cobblestone...

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