Under Your Skin The Moon Is Alive.

It Was My Destiny To Love And Say Goodbye.

The Hardest Way Of Learning Is That Of Easy Reading.

I Got Lost In The Night, Without The Light Of Your Eyelids, And When The Night Surrounded Me I Was Born Again: I Was The Owner Of My Own Darkness.

There Were Thirst And Hunger, And You Were The Fruit. There Were Grief And The Ruins, And You Were The Miracle.

Two Things Make A Story. The Net And The Air That Falls Through The Net.