Little Black Horse. Where Are You Taking

Love Is The Kiss In The Quiet Nest While The Leaves Are Trembling, Mirrored In The Water.

Pero Yo Ya No Soy Yo Ni Mi Casa Es Ya Mi Casa. But Now I Am No Longer I, Nor Is My House Any Longer My House.

I Sing Your Restless Longing For The Statue, Your Fear Of The Feelings That Await You In The Street. I Sing The Small Sea Siren Who Sings To You, Riding Her Bicycle Of Corals And Conches. But Above All I Sing A Common Thought That Joins Us In The Dark And Golden Hours. The Light That Blinds Our Eyes Is Not Art. Rather It Is Love, Friendship, Crossed Swords.

We're All Curious About What Might Hurt Us.

To Burn With Desire And Keep Quiet About It Is The Greatest Punishment We Can Bring On Ourselves.