Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
when you kiss me...

Aha!
So this is the mediocre’s law...

Love dies
when the market shifts...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...

So deep in my ears
there is a song...

Two effulgent lips,
two effusing silhouettes...

Get acquainted to
her unsightliness for she...

Now is what fastens
past and prospects together...

Wolves disguise as lambs,
though still slaughter lambs like wolves...

Silver bullet kills
the wolf in us, silver moon...

If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead...