I&rsquo;m the stick, I&rsquo;m the stone, I&rsquo;m looking for the way.<br />
I&rsquo;m a bit of everything and sometimes alone.<br />
A movement that lasts in the mouth, on the tiptoe, is nothing more than the impermanence of existence in flux, the sound of the tides.<div class='clear' style='margin-bottom: 0px;'><!--clear\--></div>