My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

The Background Reveals The True Being And State Of Being Of The Man Or Thing. If I Do Not Possess The Background, I Make The Man Transparent, The Thing Transparent.

Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible, For What I Already Possess.

If They Give You Ruled Paper, Write The Other Way.

Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

I Unpetalled You, Like A Rose, To See Your Soul, And I Didn't See It. But Everything Around -horizons Of Land And Of Seas-, Everything, Out To The Infinite, Was Filled With A Fragrance, Enormous And Alive.