I traced a tint of mischievousness in her photo
in compare with her self-portrait...

We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...

Time is just a space
between beginning and end...

Butterfly
is to say: "to be...

They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...

Always going
never arriving...

edited
His only desire was to undress women...

I see how fate
molds into...

Sparrows are benign,
their textures are so fine...

Garden is in the taste of honey...

Why are mockingbirds mocking me?
why do...

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...