“I fix the cramped, lined pageswith my curious stare. How do youcome to exist?”

“I fix the cramped, lined pageswith my curious stare. How do youcome to exist?”

“It is just my imagination that flies,While she is wrapped up in her bedsheetslike a nest.”

“I fix the cramped, lined pageswith my curious stare. How do youcome to exist?”

“If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.”

“Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?”

“We wrote our names in the sandYou crossed mine out: I can't getback to the way I was.”