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Souls like a dark cloud, on a ladder climb, in a non-directional train ride, and the purpose they will not find. Push up sharply. At the end a lone raven waits. Without reason and meaning essential, hurry

My joy is always wandering, sent by your quiet steps, born in interstellar silence, of your thoughts atomic and daring. I embrace it with my palms but it hurts, again your lack of feeling is overwhelming,

Nature - a genius painter, is a real balm against the sad- Everyone from student to old man. The soul rises and rejoices. Fiery sunset, a modest puppy, invites emerald grass with dew- come to me, touch

As a spider, the mist descends, in his embrace envelops the fields. In a snare she tightened the mountains, he crawled slowly over the rivers. Between the trees cleverly, she hides everything in her custody.

The rain stopped raining and the sky slowly became clear. The sun appeared shy behind the gray cloud. The rainbow appeared and dropped its sparks. They drooling little and quickly disappeared from the

Paths of sunbathing in gypsy summer bouquets. The forest threw a colorful towel, sore pregnant vine. The world is the fruit and the voice of a bird. Grows in the darkness, dew in the morning wakes up with

A man walks along his path. He just got to the crossroads. To the right, he can shrink a bear, in the left-wolves to surround it. The man stops, wonders and laughs what time do you take, my God? If he

And now where? he asked me softly. Silent, like the night lit with countless stars. Direction if I give you, I'll probably be wrong. Because the way you choose man and in general, he's on his own. One

Repeat bikes, they have the wind. Musks laugh, sticking to the teeth. The sea is Semaphore (ever green) and attracts them with each subsequent tide. They will stop loading (with beer), that the air is

I set the dawn above the mountain. The tops are torn your dreams deep and the day breaks with his shoulder the black fence of the night. The loud river of voices is running and enriches everything in colors.

It is not only darkness and silence, but a pier where the storms fall asleep. After all the worries of the day, the night for me is God's mercy. Sometimes it is moan and loneliness; enthusiastic love and

A small stream was born in the mountain. It sucked water from the souls and from the ground ... It became a wand, uncertain, even pathetic, which hath hath spoken to this day ... And from the stream, a

Our life has lived long ago in a fortress, he has been closing us for a long time. Jealousy keeps us with a cruel fierceness, in fortified people has turned our own. A false reality builds without fatigue.

Lake shines at dawn! Running sad mists! Gray dewy grains! Sing the quiet waters! It reflects the world morning in the bright dawn with gentle, pure beauty, with love tender and sad! Keep memories countless

The road is long and steep, and muddy. The soil becomes sandy. I throw the ballast on everything banal. The gaze, the one, I'm starving. The sun generously rags from above, the air weighs in a haze. The

It's ghostly. Stick to the silence on the bodies, as if they were kissing them. Diamond is hard and water - The lake is sleeping, not excited. And they, embraced, silent, decorate with their naked flesh

There is a big promenade in my forest. The trees on both sides seem to shine with the green of optimism. And the blue sky over them is as close as if it is trying to make you tickle behind your ears. The

Sometimes the blood burns and shines, sometimes my blood hurts ... We live in a three dimensional world where our blood is the fourth dimension. She can pardon and judge, she can relate and divide, it

If you ask if I will fly - I answer you: "I'm screaming right away!" It is impossible already - something inside me to tighten me. I will fly - as if - aiming at madness, headlong. I will open