سهشنبه، ۶ ژوئیه ۲۰۰۴
Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home
Sing what you can’t say
Forget what you can’t play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
– My loveletter to nobody