I Promise That I Won't Die Before You Do

Hidden Birds Are Left Astray

The First Hands Opened Like Trees

The Ferns Are Greener Still

In Dreams I Always See Myself From the Outside

Don't Worry About the Darkness, Mother It Conceals Nothing

The Sun Opens and Closes Around the Forest and the Eye, the Blood Remains Unchanged

In the Past the Trees Used to Carry Holes for Memories

In My Dreams Animals Take Shelter, in Order to Survive Yet Another Winter

The Mother's Hand Trembled, It Could Not Recognize the Worms That Carry the Night on Their Backs

A Glass Bird Takes Flight Inside of Your Eye