No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...

Nothing makes me happier than when I see
good in people eyes...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

A fruit basket in a still-life
forever...

We are born,
to live for a while...

Heaven is gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies...

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

We share our solitude with the night.
I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph...

This people only see the act
They do not see the puppeteers...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...