| 0 | Hidden Birds Are Left Astray |
| 0 | The First Hands Opened Like Trees |
| 0 | The Ferns Are Greener Still |
| 0 | In Dreams I Always See Myself from the Outside |
| 0 | Don’t Worry About the Darkness, Mother, It Conceals Nothing |
| 0 | The Sun Opens and Closes Around the Forest and the Eye, the Blood Remains Unchanged |
| 0 | In the Past the Trees Used to Carry Holes for Memories |
| 0 | In My Dreams Animals Take Shelter, in Order to Survive Yet Another Winter |
| 0 | The Mother’s Hand Trembled, It Could Not Recognize the Worms that Carry the Night on Their Backs |
| 0 | A Glass Bird Takes Flight Inside of Your Eye |