Two light lines awake dusty things They cut up the darkness with rage the lines of light… Dirty, shapeless objects that cry They are left in their sad stillne...

Fleeting rainbow light, sweet illusion optical illusion drops of water… a drop reflects a ray and refracts a ray Ambiguous, perfect shape by the Sun by the st...

E' appena prima di appassire che la rosa emana il suo profumo Il profumo forte inebriante del fiore rosso in decadenza E' appena prima di marcire che la fragola...