"O father" where has your fever gone?
Where has your wisdom gone...

If you do not have conscience
You do not hear them...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

An unbitten apple
is the apple that is dined by its own worms...

We are dreaming without me and you,
gasping oxygen from the bubbles...

In the salt water of these eyes
there are aquariums of the most glorious colour...

I am here
there for here is an extension...

Through as an arrow,
the might of all my aspires...

One was imploring
for forgiveness for the crime...

An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

Clouds split where we touch,
Everlasting sprinkles shine...