Hand and guitar,
the corresponding frolics in the mirror...

When music is fine
what difference does it make...

O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

I shall remain a mystery,
like everything else...

Fragrances,
the decalcomania of elegant flowers...

You must want something
really hard to become...

Let me embrace your heart
you...

it is the objective of life
to take everything...

The obvious is always visible,
yet vision is personal...

We photograph a flower
paint it, versify it, turn it to a piece of art...

Living is not to learn
but it is to return...