There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

Hate Is Like A Swordfish, Working Through Water Invisibly And Then You See It Coming With Blood Along Its Blade, But Transparency Disarms It.

The Night Is Shattered, And The Blue Stars Shiver In The Distance.

When Your Hands Leap Towards Mine, Love, What Do They Bring Me In Flight?

Cómo Se Acuerda Con Los Pájaros La Traducción De Sus Idiomas?

Love Is The Mystery Of Water And A Star.