Kitone: And then your life opened there just like a book
Kitone: Too far, too little, too late
Kitone: Hungry and beautiful, without shame nor remorse
Kitone: The storm and the fortune
Kitone: "This gesture. It will haunt me," I said
Kitone: Could not tell storm from despair
Kitone: "The things they do, the things they say"
Kitone: That blindness was uncanny and rather cruel
Kitone: "Make yourself at home, this'll be your purgatory"
Kitone: Go, go, go, the big life awaits us, let's go
Kitone: She, he, they, it & me
Kitone: "Love, pain, same," the black angel said and then left
Kitone: "Now," he said, "take my picture now!"
Kitone: She gripped my arm. 'Let's steal something!', she said.
Kitone: You were Marlon Brando, I was Steve McQueen
Kitone: At the end of the day all you have is tomorrow morning
Kitone: Days pass mellow, smooth and slow
Kitone: When we were young nobody died and nobody got older
Kitone: Time gets tired of everyone