The Slope Takes You To The Windmill,

For I Am The Size Of What I See / Not My Height's Size.

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.

Third Watcher Let Her Speak. Don't Interrupt. She Knows Words That Mermaids Taught Her...i'm Falling Asleep In Order To Hear Her...go On, Sister, Go On...my Heart Aches Because I Wasn't You When You Dreamed At The Seashore.

In Today's Life, The World Belongs Only To The Stupid, The Insensitive And The Agitated. The Right To Live And Triumph Is Now Conquered Almost By The Same Means By Which You Conquer Internment In An Asylum: The Inability To Think, Amorality And Hiperexcitation.

Isn't Joyful Or Painful This Pain In Which I Rejoice