Cry.
Don’t cry,
Do not hang your head, my neighbors.
You cannot choose when you die,
When your woes are straining,
The careful muffled sound of heartbreak
Of the deep silence of the souls.
A giant **** in his own backyard,
It is “ride or die”.
And you can choose how you die.
And nothing more, and nothing more.
And we’re no more, and we’re no more.
But be alive, alive and only,
Alive and only to the end.
Wind, keep singing for them, do not wane,
And in it, now forever.
Arise, arise now, brother-soldier.
Freedom is never free.

In the church, sermons are preached to the called believers
From the windows of that place that illuminates its rooms.
and the beat, the beat of your heart
invite me.

I take a deep breath to feel your soul filled in my heart.

The sorrow of the soul is heavier than the sand of the sea.

A dedication of love was ingrained in blood and memory.

She always had a hidden river in the heart to call her, flowing to the shadow of swans in the ancient castle.

There were three women in my life.
The first
from Volga winters, mud mixed with snow
A gentle wind and I appeared.
And rocked me in her arms,
A the hole in the fence of the house where I went
And when the sun on my back
to force myself to let go of her hand.

The second one were taken from my rib-cage,
from my rib,
my heart beats with new passion.
Two lone shadows intertwined
cuddling like two gray pigeons
I waiting for her
or did she wait for me?
And when I awoke,
she was still sleeping and sublime,
just as the day she asked me for a smoke
And to this day, she has me mesmerized.

The third one sparkled like a dowry in herself
I observe her,
she makes my patience
from the books I’d read every night in my head
When the evening sky descends,
Stars will shine
to ensure that all her dreams
Stay divine

Now the same three precious fires
in all the beauty that was revealed to me
And I will love her till the end of time.

I close my eyes and take you here,
I am lost in your brown eyes ...

I close my hands and I feel your body,
My breath take in your every breath.
You are the sea, I am a small harbor
In the waves whispers your hair, somewhere I live ...

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

Rain
witnessed a song and heaven opened in my chest,
in a fit of madness, I am lost
The deepest pit of ignorance or regret, did not find me.

For the world, the rain said, is the cry of
Laughter and hope of a child,
Wild desires for the beast
and the song he sang about a bird.

It was a kiss of a lover, who walked away
on his lips until he finds a suitable person,
caressing the pain that lured it,
and the ocean becomes a noose.

The lullaby, they say, is about angels that rock the cradle, but now it's a fire
tears from a lost dream
blood, from a melting heart.