I make art
With the thousand mysteries
Of my deepest feelings

I perform art
With the unconciousness
In the emptiness

Art from heart,
The purest urge
To free your soul
From every dip
Of the harassing reality

Art is what?
The purest need
To express the deep
Everlasting eternity.

He placed wildflowers
    in her hair,**
             *for the last time

kiss, as if time is just an illusion.

"If you turn my day to night,
I will be that star to turn the night sky blue.
You won't ever make me blue".

close your eyes
and you'll understand

what i see
and what i am

to be nothing
to see nothing
to feel nothing