The one Indian
left from all the chiefs is the...

Like a drowning man holding on to his only...
our remaining time is our last hope...

In the free markets
heart is the most bankrupting...

All the world's praising
can't put an ointment on the...

We fear the death's pain
otherwise we never could...

Surfaces appear
in the daylight but insides...

Apple
is gravity...

I wonder if God created you first
or the world...

Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

This abolition of facts
gradually grows on me...

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

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