To Love Is To Tilt With The

I Think It Was Very Informative, But A Lot Still Needs To Be Done.

Death Is The Stone Into Which Our Oblivion Hardens.

Joyful, Joyful, Joyful, As Only Dogs Know How To Be Happy With Only The Autonomy Of Their Shameless Spirit.

I Walked Around As You Do, Investigating The Endless Star, And In My Net, During The Night, I Woke Up Naked, The Only Thing Caught, A Fish Trapped Inside The Wind.

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.