My Joker!!!

Dancing dolls,

Painted red in the face...

And it will dance until it bleeds,

And that’s just an improbable hypothesis...

That is such an improbable hypothesis!!!

God help the drama!!!

My Volatile Rigidity

Slow camphor nights,

Sit on the window ridge,

And stretch out your hands.

You will float...

High... higher...

Higher we go...

Fly like birds, can’t we?

Over the sea,

Over the cloud...

Here I made the rains...

Here I could do the good old days,

Here I could see blood,

And spill it all over the moon...