with a story behind it.

Behind every crime is a story of sadness.

I'm a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.

Nature hasn't gone anywhere. It is all around us, all the planets, galaxies and so on. We are nothing in comparison.

There's something about the rhythm of walking, how, after about an hour and a half, the mind and body can't help getting in sync.

Singing is like a celebration of oxygen.