If you talk about magic and unknown
directly...

When we kiss
we are the free agents...

I am like a beggar.
My arms elongate...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

Everything is hollow without you
being with me...

It is so corroding to ask an alchemist
to give up alcohol...

Living for the end
while doing everything...

Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...

Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...

I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...

The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...