...

The girls become women
The boys become men.
what unites us is what separate us ...
Memory is the only paradise out of which we can not be expelled.
Hoped that what endures results that life have meaning?

Dead memories swing through my heart.
My lungs sucked inside the black night
curled up with pain
which is again what once was will never be the

On the path of the winds, the life of Smiles
the branches as the blood confused.
The eyes stare wildly into the hands
Will you wait for me?