The one who knows about death...

A child is putting on dark colours...

Živim onako kako zamišljaš...

To admire the divine is intoxicating...

Up until now, the possibilities were scarce...

Like a tree's crust, my body is cut deep, scarred.

I used to be a hunter...

The totality of a being is vastly expansive.

Glass walls keep us apart, we cannot touch...

There never was, and there never will be...