I Think That Little By

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.

I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And I Hope Never To Return.

There Is Nothing More Precious Than Laughter

I Want A Storm To Come And Flood Us Into A Song That No One Wrote.

To Feel The Anguish Of Waiting For The Next Moment And Of Taking Part In The Complex Current (of Affairs) Not Knowing That We Are Headed Toward Ourselves, Through Millions Of Stone Beings - Of Bird Beings - Of Star Beings - Of Microbe Beings - Of Fountain Beings Toward Ourselves.