She was crying
like I could never stop her...

To the love of "Orson Welles"
Let me die for what is right...

Worship Him in the temple of beauty
in all places...

These gaudy people,
they all are nothing but ears...

Silence isn't voiceless
it's the very existence...

In the void’s still eye,
zero hums with everything...

You are speaking and
bubbles spring out of your mouth...

Butterflies, butterflies
here and there...

Life is a river:
a coarse sieve...

He remembered hearing a song coming from the...
He recalled he had always heard the song, though...

The road-end, flees like horizons
holding on to their distances...

Snowman, melting frost
Time is the perfection lost...