Kali-Yhama-Jhai

Life and death are not enemies, they complement each other in opposites.

For not accepting to die, we kill ourselves without living.

Ahhh...

You will die in woman's love.

Kali is the one who tears a man's heart apart.


Watch Son... Your Friend Died for Art.

They don't have a key to open it any other way.

Death is necessary to the process.

Life is continuous poetry of processes.


Without Kali there is no open heart.

Without Kali there is no open mind.

Without an open heart there is no love, no dancing, no music.

Neither friendship, nor complicity, nor trust.

Good feelings find no expression in the heart of stone.

Go Kali! Do the opening…


Without my heart, without my mind, they complement each other in 
opposites.

For not accepting to dream, we kill ourselves without living.

Ahh...

You will die in woman's love.

Kali is the one who tears a man's heart apart.


Open my heart, and spare my head.

Maestro of Sensibility has already delivered a head for art.

Blessed collaboration without mercy.

Open my heart.