Dawn to dawn
in the shrine of loneliness...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

The distance of two impossibilities
are crushed...

All the anodyne
in the world can't palliate the...

Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...

The whole world was only a cell, and your cell was...
It was the freedom...

Life is an interlude
between two deaths...

O deliquescing clocks, deliquescing clocks,
only timelessness is real...

Our differences must
add to our union not to...

The less awareness
we have the more objects we...

What a hugless night!
Such infectious cruelty...

O little insect,
these windows are all ruddy, florid and silky...