Darling, if I give my heart to you
I won't have a heart for my work
and the people I work with and see,
Please, lemme work with my heart!

I feel you, but I don't know why
My mind is flying thinking of your eyes
and I wanna meet you in the morning in the jungle
I would like to walk with you by the lake shores.

I promised that I will stay close to you
I will be so close but silent
Give me some time, give me think about that.
I dream, my night there with you and I pray for sweet vanilla.

The cube, the sphere
and the triangle

Building blocks, visionary shapes
that brace wind, cut clouds

Industrial smoke goes against
the grain of architecture

Maybe we can find where
they breathe tomorrow in naturally

It will be opaque and after breakfast
arrested by cantilevered thoughts

A ripple in the calm
whirlpool above the falls

As Liliane enjoys swimming
in the **** and collecting modern art

By nightfall and before the uniting
there's a solemn dream to be had

Haunted fragments
within the libretto of a Shining Brow

The contents of Froebel gifts
form organic steps, and led us
Wright to the water's edge

Oh how the spider
Laboriously builds a web
Fine silver threads
Shine in the golden sun
Perhaps drying from
The morning dew
Such a fragile design
Man can't  remake