He is not mad
His thought is clearer than the saner man
For in her he saw beauty, overflowing through the tattered clothes
She was his queen
She is a queen
In dreams he wanders the dark, in search of her
Carry
Glisten
Carry
Hym
Llévame
Por Tu Amor
Dulcinea
The Beginning And The End
From Sinking
Syndic Calls
Holy Tears
Llévame
False Light
Backlit
The Other
In Fiction
Threshold Of Transformation
Red Sea
Encontrando Nós Mesmo
Over Root And Thorn