- Hello my darling (springs are born and burst forth from her eyes, like blood flowing from flowers, with abundance; that's how she looks...) So, a question for you: would you rather be an ant or a herd of elephants...?
- I greeted you, my love, with my eyes that admire yours, without even saying hello... I am a snail waiting for the rain from its god; hidden in its shell, nestled in its dreams, closing its eyes to tomorrows without butterflies or wings... I adorned countless paths for you... Thousands of lines of letters on my shell, paper boats drawn on my shell, so that you may recognize me, my love... A rose petal fell on my shell, I carried it all the way to you, my love... Don't ask how many years I've been on the road; I lived only for you... I withered away my days one by one from my life that crawled towards you, I ran away and hid from huge steps, I was afraid of salt and nightmares, I ran back to my shell, to my roof... Yet I never turned back from my path, believe me; Yet I never stopped, perhaps for centuries, for my own life...
So I don't need to make a choice, I was already born chosen...
- I greeted you, my love, with my eyes that admire yours, without even saying hello... I am a snail waiting for the rain from its god; hidden in its shell, nestled in its dreams, closing its eyes to tomorrows without butterflies or wings... I adorned countless paths for you... Thousands of lines of letters on my shell, paper boats drawn on my shell, so that you may recognize me, my love... A rose petal fell on my shell, I carried it all the way to you, my love... Don't ask how many years I've been on the road; I lived only for you... I withered away my days one by one from my life that crawled towards you, I ran away and hid from huge steps, I was afraid of salt and nightmares, I ran back to my shell, to my roof... Yet I never turned back from my path, believe me; Yet I never stopped, perhaps for centuries, for my own life...
So I don't need to make a choice, I was already born chosen...
In God's script, commas are precious, my love;
I have flown and glided, landing on a comma in the breeze of my god...
* I am a snail waiting for the rain from my god; crawling slowly, step by step, just to be able to walk to you...
And hello...!
At 09:06, the garden of true lies is giving birth to spring flowers, my love, the sun is the father of this love...