The lights powerfully lead me Where spring has no stop In a field of beautiful flowers Colorful leaves Flowers that spring up everywhere And everywhere they light up the nights And there in the infinite joy A form sent by God, angelic Dances to the rhythms of happiness But where were you, oh sunflower; What dream did you come from?; Thoughts instantly …
I don't forget that wound,Open for a year,I don't forget the new voices that are silenced by pain in ruins. I don't forget the word "mom",It was gone in just a moment,I do not forget the number 57, Which is still suffocating with envy. 57 roses sprouted,Red me 28 thorns,Weep and the stars that were not spared,But they messed up 57 loves... She is also crying …
Ambiguous oracles we anxiously sought from a Pythia with her mouth drugged. We accepted their choice of the best version and started for a fight that seemed fair. For a fair race that grandees were exclaiming. For an Ithaca dressed in white. For a barking vision that called for us to take responsibility for it. We obeyed the call of Sirens …
In the depths of the night,in her repulsive silence,loneliness is suffocating me,and traps me mercilessly’ a world without light,p’ a cold world. I'm desperately searching for the light,the warmth of love. Alone I walk the streets of despair,with my arms empty,my heart dark,my mind lost. Looking for a hug,voice that speaks sweetly to me,hands waiting for me,eyes that see me. …
In this colorful old box,a small figure pops out, tiredness is taking its toll,since he did not find, what is she looking for… Little beauty, p’ everyone dear,for this, this grace she projects,for t’ if he lives, I will’ you were saying, he does not doubt(;),but always’ closed surface! However, now they have forgotten her,he lives as a slave, but they have forgotten her,she is alone in complete darkness... And just, …
My suitcases resting on the floor with their black cloth cover my whole life. The frosty January twilight pierces my soul. Light a cigarette. The glow of my fire creates, even momentarily, an illusion of warmth. At this last moment I need illusions. Next to the ashtray I have left the white one …
Part (B) – Part One Here Instinctively he looked towards the man who had introduced him for some support.. He shrugged his shoulders and looked the other way… The more warm-blooded had surrounded him and as he was unarmed, the situation looked dangerous for the intellectual mobster. He took a few steps back, …