decorating the desolate my pain floats away into the abysssmile inside I'm still alivethe dark uttered sentencebut I've done my penance suffer not the waymercy over sacrificelest I boastintensifying need bleeds purestumble just to standlying prostrate, I prayparables of faith...

Worn shoes on the cold sidewalkThe asphalt holds what I didn't sayI keep walking alone while the shadow guides meSlow stepsIn this windI walkMaybe the north is an illusionA horizon with no directionLooking for traces in the crowdAfraid of...

Marlene, you are a child of GodMarlene, you have already lived a long timeMarlene, you should be thankful for the things you haveMarlene, I know God is watching youAnd keeping you alive every dayMarlene, you need to take care...

my hurt was full and I linger in its depthsstirring memories I weepthere is no letting go of lovejust a deepening of ittrue appreciation comes from understanding thisyour honesty reaches me in my coldI'm utterly bewitchedthe mystic ruins of...

 ... in which friendship, family values, an axe, and most importantly, a burgundy-upholstered pouf with Arabic patterns are put to the test, but Marina comes alive and Veksel finally relaxes Marina sat on the sofa, calmly staring ahead and swaying...