When you smile
the pearl gate of Eden opens...

In age my pains
have increased...

Music is when sun and earth make love,
the waltz...

This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...

Life is dubious
though death is certain...

Woods are born to burn
They like moth...

It shines in your eyes
before it is dulled with what...

Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...

Each figure is silence
shrivelled...

Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...