All regrets unravel I like to know them aligned soft on that thin line of memory it had to be you the one that bleeds my lips and breaks my cloak leaving me like that … as I was in the beginning to have around my neck just that string of regrets this nudity of
I was always waiting on the park bridge sitting on the wooden railing above the golden valley and she used to come from above between the lime and alder trees as if floating down to the valley in a mild mist we were sitting on the bench beyond the creek and I used to put
in the big square of the city is peace and quiet on one side there are on the cobblestone a thousand clay heads each one is unique and one of fifty is blue like the blue house next to the brukenthal palace in front of the town hall stops a bmw with cd the ambassador
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You set my rusty leaves with the frost in a silver basket to pay my debt in tears for I have loved and hated soon. I believed your moment’s dream to grab the offered wealth but I woke up as a leave in the fruit paradise, in hundreds. For ever we remain in debt do
You have rushed my thoughts with your white knees, wonder woman in the galaxy of my soul you have sent into the worlds of eternal life. A flicker of light send from the abys of a dark mind vanished among the stars and in your love brings me a dancing ray of my worldly life,
Bits of sweet dialogues are heard at night, Your whisper’s echo almost wanting To lighten the ripe thoughts in sight All burning in the fire of waiting. Your whisper’s echo slowly dies, When crickets in the night compete thus, It’s the chord’s sound that cries, At the vibration of the seconds that pass. Through the
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At dusk I lose myself and lock In your deep eyes, my beauty, as a slave, I find myself bathing next to a rock, Or near a beach, in the endearment’s wave. When the tear of thus is dripping, The seal of love is touching us On written lines and sighing My heart is torn
Yes, I’ll dip All the ashes and fog With the syrup of another story. The dummy Made of the most special Amalgam resins, Will be suffocated by The warm clothes Of a living So stealthily … I’ll climb again in a cave That forgot its lock open. Even though I could live, And if, however,
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Towards Ion Pop Street On the recently-paved street Passes the lyrics reading machine. On the right, a birth rises With a freshly cut hay smell. The first whine is the frozen wound In the detritus of memory. Yes, the sun is a simple blind stone, warm Macadam under the fresh skin Of that asphalt, Which
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A rare flower you were In the hand of a crazy man You have noticed you do not have a chance When everything turns into ashes Life in trouble has passed With everyone you fought You did not have a weapon or shield You just confronted them with your mind Which one of them Broke
