Forgotten houses, broken roof tiles, lattice windows, plasters, hulled, curious eyes attached to walls, fictional wars, real stories, religions raised ... crippled child, dreams a wheel. Newly built

I'm lifting my ass off the bed and I look at the wheel, but outside is warm, sunshine, the dog in the yard sing! I take the phone in my hand, I call my brother-come on! He comes with the speed of light,

do you remember the old town? Do you remember the noise of a river? Do you remember a circular and dusty square and branched lime? Do you remember how I bent? Do you remember rain on July Day? Do you remember

In his red dwarf, sunset the sunset - despondent in misunderstanding and empathy. Sinks in heavy fatigue of the burden of joy and sorrow, from looks and touching gentle, by strikes under the belt and elbowing.

Ask the sun, it will tell you what flowers to choose - the rainbow will even ask of the colors and choose. From the cloud you will get gray, from the yellow - just give you. Red, from poppy, beautiful,

Magnificent cottage, I built today. Guests invited me, I put everything in order. Come, too, There is a party. Tea for everyone, even one balloon. Songs Prepare, orchestra bring. The cottage has to boil,

Words uttered in a whisper, quietly embrace my sleep. It is so feminine, fragile, when my voice wakes up. I'm so gentle. Sincere. Not always. Once I wake up - curls, so mundane the male in me awakens.

The sunset, with the sun flirting. Kisses the twilight, in the shadows dancing. He passionately embraces and from the pain of mourning. Dancing sunset. And how danced me. The night arrives. Darkness conceals

And it's getting harder to get along. The soul is tired of fighting the devil. And it is all the more difficult for me to burn with faith and the fire to keep me lighted. Sometimes he is silent. Worn and

Cold aroma in the soul of a child. Little water spirit, dancing on the shore. Silver light beam in flight overnight. I drank a loud song from the amaranth leaves. I found Phoenix in you, created in this

She knows her to the pain! He hugs her and touches her, he kisses her in unconsciousness, he dazzled her ... play with her even. He senses it but does not see it, but always finds it ... It does not leave

So let me travel somewhere in the infinite Next to that mountain I see every day out the window Climb steep slopes And then look where my body is not scratched As I breathe in the fresh strange air Forget

Some houses are born dead. Always with dust on the stairs. Always with cobwebs in the windows. And always with the most mature figs, but also the most troubled of the weeds. Always with beds in which ever

Do glasses cry out in your heart and do you let your will for flight, even if you spread the wings again it will no longer smell your spring. Are your circuits in your soul? from strange malice or must,

There is somewhere in the south pretty, small village. There grass is another, not green but color. There grow purple violets and bathe in spring dew. The son of a colorful companion under the azure skies!

I look at you and I do not know how Have you laughed for a day, for two. In the life of the gray fog. Rain does not cross your life, fog your life is dark. And in the midnight streets it is pale you go

The forecast was rainy. Who cares when the sun is in me, who sings the love song - refined beautiful among mud and body. Who cares what time it is, when the sun is in my soul I wiped away all the "was

The forest is flooded in the gold of the setting sun! Live gold, it is probably wonderful to bathe in this warm light. Stop your admiration!

The eagles are high in Heaven. The dreams are born in Heaven. Our souls leave the bodies at night and at once they go to Heaven. Be high as soon as the storms run, brawling and quarrels, and human delusions.

Floating dyes, in water pearls reflected, as painted autumn tears. Do not cry, it just rains.