Self-portrait of me by you
Phantom pregnancy
And the night illuminated the night
The dream of the union forms another figure
Masculinitude
By weeping I want to impress someone
Another morality
It's nothing for you to be someone's festivity
A very gentle glove
Desired without love, or loved without desire
The illusion of sentimentality
We are our own demons
I know that you know that I know
To darken this darkness
Only the lover and the child have a heavy heart
Language is a skin, I rub my language
I love you is not a sentence
I see it in existence, not in essence
It's true that this mute figure is an angel
Something which resembles fate