with airplanes never before
I did not eat lunch and wine
I didn't see how milk is extracted from them...

Standing into the legs
I will go to happiness
Further than the sea
Standing into your fingers
I will see the sun...

"What are the silent arts of tonight"

and I sit in that tree quietly

and your quiet songs...

The worms are cute because never themselves
Anger does not start angry only if
you don't get angry like people do...

I miss thinking
constantly in the house without
I don't want to come back to you
already better to the bar
I'm sorry...

far as a star is only perceived or sensible
spin your dress somewhere in the wind is robbed
my meat...