A man,
never
become
empty,..
............
...that emptiness
is just, the pain of the soul.

To her,
who resembles
the forest,
to her,
who dressed up
for the party
with tales from the Vienna woods.

Here,
under the shadow
of the big rock,
the end of the route.
Here,
where the defense
seems impossible,
defeat turns into a raining pleasure.

...time night
    small sleep
    alive eyes
    sunny shadows
    and stars light
    painted skin with warm jasmine air,
    like cool blue love.....

Noisy thoughts
come near,
quiet fear
focus on waste needs.

They told me that i'm a thing,
so i become a thing
and now they pay
a thousand dollars,
for a kiss from me,
while vicious collectors
pay fifty sents
for my soul.

I like jokes
but they told me
that i look like one
and now i don't want
to see anyone.

Well,
i become
what you wished
but now i'm a broken
money machine.

Sailing back,
with your love in my eyes,
in the mornihg light
out of the chaos,
i came in a place of my own....