~~The confession of a deranged reality to a man of...
Sometimes the nightmares are reality...

The bosoms of swollen meadows
drizzles...

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

Life is not easy
for easiness is like seeping...

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

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

Fire!
the collapse of the matter...

The audio of this...

Sometimes an embrace
is cozier...

- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...