A small wooden table made room for its guests...

Under the moonlight...

My soul is hungry, and I caugh out disappointment...

My feet are on the ground, but I want to dive into water...

Anyone with my kind of vision would witness the same...

I feel as if I'm covered with tar...

Mindless companions are scattered along this path...

It's my final word, you're in chains...

You were there to steal kisses...

I am afraid for you...