You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.

We must discover security within ourselves.

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

I have the impression that if he didn't complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.