I’d like to see the birds or at le… After waking early or late, real o… When they were all over my bedroom… And yet hummingbirds had their dri… Garden of another, erased my prese…

I had decided not to live with her, although I loved the girl Such nostalgia, alcoholism, even if the chest tightens past 17 years We danced until the temperana afternoon became wet daw...

So many masks to bear testimony, Farces played so often, veils of t… Silks and brocades on orchards so… Some although still refuse to be p… Some broken in so many micro fract…

All you had and cannot see, All they said you could be Down you meet the wild tide’s risi… At Mont Saint-Michel, hell in no… Seagull lover, can you say: that’s…

All my grieving are my skins, Cameleon of beautiful leather. Oh my labyrinthine patterns, Old skins of detachment and furlou… Oh why I still have a room for yo…

Not so cool not so groovy, old lab… I would like to like my style, to… Become the fun that is still there… But baby, something in my lonely b… Some dark faire has bewitched me

Sorry to enter your beautiful, coh… Das Wort ist das Lebens des Sein… Well, Martin, only in part, the b… Feelings not translated to languag… Or whatever gets a knot in your st…

Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…

Near the end of others are us In our saddle of distance or proxi… Near the vain end of animals we co… And continue to another rationaliz… Confrontation!

Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism, Sacrifice to what we should be, So virtuoso as always was he, Plough, insensate, riding on stone… Parsimonious subject content with…

Looking at her running from the co… Admiring the crying raging between… Remains her silhouette memory Languidly lying in the porch’s net Piled on top of other sorrows and…

It’s about a life no one had never… About perspective a lot, forget a… Subject to extended statistical an… A potent tool, crystalline in inte… Power to deal with some demented

How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another’s ri… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…

Who likes a phone call during oral… Who stands in silence knowing it i… Has any rage or hate in so born pr… Poisoned the soul, destroyed the b… Still I will not be an ordinary n…