I scratch my soul in the wave storm,
in the tongue of silence,
and waiting ..
until the sunset
those the poems tearing blood on the rocks
through pains with beauty losing contours,

a heart of disability with the shadow of death
The sea from the eyes confusing hearts
and dark desires make a knife in throat

I am hugging through space with words,
finding hopes between the ocean
and escapes death.

We will go through many years
When the thread passes through the needle.
The fire of the soul will shine
in the darkness of mind,
and no one around.

With a feather
In the wind I will write forever
that we are alive, you and I.
Where the wind blows
sweet immortal whispers of your name.

Peacefully placed inside the window
where we return after the first day

Call your name with a chiffon scarf,
It has perfume on colored hair.
Drink the wine of love with rosy cheeks
Telling each other a few stories
Do you know I was watching you?

The sky tonight if there are
thousands of bright stars,
Without moonlight, without a dark night
Do you know you are a star in the night?

Together, the time looks stopped.
The horizon drawing on our hearts ...

As a small flower that always lean toward the light, your soul moves between the stars. And I know that in addition to the tiny of each world, there is between the stars, we meet.

Inside the house,
you are home.
In the garden,
you are the flowers.

She is the poem,
is lover,
is soulmate in my heart

is darkness,
is beauty like stars in the sky,
is endless …
and dance of love.

Far away,
listening to the waves on the boat.
I call your name again and again before the dawn.

A melancholy and a fortune charm
The tale of history I love you
Forest every conversation, eyelids closed.
The wind burns in flame to medium.
However, everything is still secretly spinning,
a guard, thorn in the heart ..
It checks the story opens the truth.

May with unspoken words
this needle ***** drops of blood
weave lace-like red threads
in a white pattern of silence.