| Home, sweet home | |
| Two walls that I can stare | |
| Friends or foes | |
| Something they just can't share | |
| In my own division of the space | |
| I can breathe | |
| Miracles of fame and money | |
| Haunt the breeze | |
| An endless field | |
| Windy Autumn nights | |
| A Fireplace | |
| A fusion of burning hearts | |
| And butterflies | |
| Caught in the traps of snakes | |
| Black snakes | |
| The tube trains like to stamp | |
| Shades, white shades | |
| Protruding from my lamp | |
| In my own division of time | |
| I can breathe | |
| Prisoner of the supreme laws of biology |