I look at your tender and delicate swan hand: While humiliating and carrying loads, the delicate tiny cam-cathedrals tremble, bowing like diligent bow nerves! Your flexible and fragile fingers were broken as a patient killer by loneliness and weakness!

Caressing, babysitting mother's hand: Oh! If only for a moment, but how many times would I have leaned on the hilly ***** of your lap to make it like your blatant child, your blessed artificial hand, to fall asleep with a caress! You had a intoxicating touch, a magical, soothing miracle!

Curious and whimsical fingertips, which if you were tense and blushed the rose-redness surprised how would you respond now? Proudly, with no self-giving, or with a blessed giving as a possible reparation for having walked your own way and for leaving your unfortunate, molasses boy in a pickle?

When I look out for the perforated, aggastyan mountain hermits of the distant Bird Mountain, they interrogate like diligent investigators for whom the given evidence is not enough! I should **** a glorious photo of your memory in myself, forget it here! Alas! The bitter heart is so hard



which clings to the captivity of dreams! Even the falling trees are cleaning up, getting ready for the eternity of winter! The fine mist, as a colonizing settler, settles slowly and for a long time, building a nest on the hill.

Past and present are now stepping in at the same time, and can’t the countdown to existence allow for one last, fatal encounter before our fleeting meat vault becomes a feast for underground rodents? "I kept watching your hard-working, brave, and willful hand — like someone who had suddenly forgotten something and was now researching and watching more and more boldly" to keep his priceless treasure with him…

With your delicate hands you no longer caress me: because I have been waiting for you to cheer me up for all eternal and holy times! Now every holy place where you have ever left the delicate exotic line of your feet empty and landless. You were a skillful and small, mischievous princess, while your morals were tolerated in vain by your side! Behind the eternal disguise of your smile is an unmatchable and proud love.
Your jokes jingled like glass beads, on my knocking heart: And we had no idea what was flowing and sparkling between us; youthful folly, or just immortal transcendence? The unspeakable, superstitious minute was beautiful too, wonderfully beautiful!

And again, gloomy months and years are coming. He keeps his dark Joconda's eyes for someone else as a ******* of his harlot, and the call "girl" doesn't fit her anymore! Female maturity illuminates the priceless essence of a mother’s smile! He never asks me for a child blessing from now on. - The immortal emotion was among us in disguise, and only we could be quiet enough not to listen to you.

attractive, magnet's word! And the tyrant love mutually annihilated, shattered, and deceived us! If you still need a little, human feeling, think about it and always listen to the will of your heart whispering the law! With secrets and ideas - don't be afraid - the Infinite will address you!
I wish we could have guessed the truth and our common secret sooner! Alas, but no longer why should the Heart rejoice, if you can no longer be here, where can I waste my pain?

Leaves tremble in the wind. Autumn carries its golden chains as leaf scales: Who else knows for how long? hawthorns also tremble in the evergreen shelters of mosses. Even the round cheese continent is freezing in the sky. Dogs are courting howling, poisoning - the summer glow disappeared suddenly! The nose, like a chimney vomiting crimson rhinitis, is swollen and is still dripping with its still unpleasant, killer juices!

An entire week of bed exercise was in vain once the smelt of immunity had weakened. The unbridled wind brings its October heifers with a rebellious whiplash, and in a thickening, milky white mist it is placed on unknown faces in a large arc and firmly despair! "A horse chestnut ponders alone in the craters of forgotten puddles!"

I cherished tears and spike pains in my heart while others betrayed me! And like something secretly raging Goliath, who had never digested it once to be defeated, demands with impatient thirst for revenge and shakes the falling skirts of the trees of the season!

Even the kind UVB sun gets sick so he doesn’t have to heal, handing over his terrain to twilight flashes. As the net proliferates tendrils patiently nail my nails at night! And as the play of the clouds is unruly and amazed, I am sure that the number of troubles and dissenting opinions is multiplied, that while someone else is given a happy, family life:

To me: Why wasn't it good, happy, honest, and true ?! “Tired, I leaned on the heart-hill of my pillow, imagining the Truth even the real one — that we couldn’t be side by side how simple and unstable!

Killing silence, incomprehensible suffocation, dense crowds! He puts his mind to the ground, hopefully Estonian, the sluggish gang. - Eyes: Like empty craters, they yawn, offering melancholy answers. They can show less the lights of gassed, ragged roads and common sense in the brain, they can only indicate Heureka's solutions less often!

The heart is just a pointlessly pounding pump going up and down! The tamed boredom also yawns. He opens his horrible, abandoned mouth, and spikes injure my soul with bouncing whips! Somewhere even into the night, a shoreless squirming one-voice screamed. The dried tree leaves hissed under my feet. Yet they would wish for the ordinary miracle that had won a heartbreak in their hearts: A glow of glass as a stranded, shoreless sacrifice to save us from the filth of cheap, earthly hell!

The hall thrones of classrooms have been touched by my feet, almost always! The final last word of those sentenced to death could not have been mine either! The heart was always expanding, deepening and widening into a melted crater cavity, then the intellect saw there all the vile opposites that were still tense in the souls of the people!

I carried with me the alienation of outsiders - because it was the Order: Who defended the unappealable and personalized truth of Damocles over it. We fell into a Kharübdisz trap where snarling monsters tore our university flesh, our armored humanity, every day.

You should sleep! Capture back in the captivity of soft, embracing lapels, in budding caresses, and leave them free and rich to be comforted by my sweetheart in the time of caring, maternal hand - reversing delights! Because anyone can say anything! You can chant and crack symbolic and preaching words deep in your heart

there is still a treasure you can’t forget a proud, prodigal will! In a dream, the ship glides with honey, if you love to embrace I have chosen! When my eyes fall asleep, I think of the forgotten, happy accomplishments: In sincere beats, we nudged each other the immortality that connects our hearts!

The good words were left behind, and the caress that filled the Universe as well: In the clenched hands, the sweat of grace collided and tensed! And if my baby-busting sweetheart were here, I would also comfort the footprint of his feet with kisses; chatter-stumbling unfortunate silly, experimental everything! - We are wrong and we are responsible, at the same time!
        

I’m in it: I didn’t really reveal my hidden self-incognito. and my sweetheart, with Cassandra's eyes, had long sworn on someone else's side without even asking his heart: How are you in storms of emotion? He quickly forgot about his emotions! - We knew the word, the act of the southern company, and we did not deal with it, the ancestral chain of consequences: We became addicted to mutual good deeds, complimenting flirtation - but there will be plenty of time when our sin and the burden of our goodness are put in a pan,

and our size to judge! Perfect, captivating attraction, it feels Order may have been achieved anyway, and yet we had a sieve of offering opportunities to fail!

But Life doesn't have a fence yet: Founding is still a mistake, and that's my father's biggest problem: "You're very old at the age of thirty!" - he says, and with crying wow screams, begging supplication voices, I should send a message to my mother to encourage and keep encouraging her, - because she fits me very well!

Many were threatened, in many ways with swear-crowd words and all worm-invasions: “No wonder the child doesn’t go among people! Make friends!" - Cheap consolation! I should stay true to my fears too! I’m still hanging out in this lifeless and weird age - but I can’t cling to fear forever!

He does not yet have a house foundation for a common future, and his soulmate's physical reality is lacking, but he has faith and a will for the firm character to endure and put up with the trials of the great world; the pessimism of helplessness becomes more and more binding, holding me tighter. And it is possible that the pension contribution will not be mailed permanently by hacking eb-hands!

The hopes of an imagined more beautiful life are tied to the bars of the Present, if a swan hand caressed and caressed me, at least my confused thoughts might be even more: I could be more optimistic! But there is now a fog settling out there as a hedge, culminating in the gloomy reality of time: "Don't let your good spirits be ruined!" - says my more experienced man in his veteran voice, Mind! - And there may be so many ordeals s

with the calm of the unlikely, he can still only be alone and is he right? - I am afraid of the unknown uncertainty almost many times and doubly, because I can't know for sure, the accidental luck of beginners was just mine, or the caress.

There were scary scarecrows then, wolves with ordas-jaws - like a bunch of barns, I'll tell you now! In indigestible anthills, revenge-thirsty beatings, tortures for animals. There were dishonorers, torsos in the moral mud, monotonous and prickly rib-foot fractures like a thorn, screams of grace begging in the school toilet, which could be smelled from afar!

And then there were contented sleeping tales, "Well, everything will be fine!" And, "Don't be afraid!" - and with a pleasing fist-right, sly-eyes, we ourselves have all become emigrants within the school in our morals: we have adhered to our principles! There was little satisfaction against the inner rush of bone-breaking slaps, a sacred vow: We'll show you! And like a bombshell, the many ugly punches ripped through us! “Emergencies roared through our thick threads on thick wires, at a troubled, violent pace:‘ If you stay in school, you’re sure to end! You will die! ”
- And there were no ominous intuitions that he was conceived in hell every day in the midst of deliberate, drug-dusting and stumbling; and the adult incomprehension proliferated up the weedy tarack in the other hemispheres of the brain! How did it happen then?

Without secret, benevolent human-faced angels, I might be able to smell myself today and not give violets as a gift! I won non-violin, eternally contagious wounds during duels: My gap tears were tainted with lots of vile, worthless sputum! And every single day, when given that I could survive, I could run sluggishly, and with an asthmatic obsession like a shoreless pursuer:

An uninhabited wound that longs for understanding and shelter! And yet how unfulfilled was the flood of supplications for the deaf, the last rock of cooperative humanism ?!

How fertile, sniffing now is the serenity. Maybe this is the proud or sublime time of enlightenment, is it so sublime, strange? You can chat here only with mythical signs, hand signals and the quietest! Together they are here: young scholars, wise-looking prophets - monks who have remained with intention and tradition even in recent times. Together they watch the immortal immortality of the letters!

Then they come when the day is over soon and too suddenly over! The inexplicable ancient secret of books rests in letters embedded in letters; offering himself towards complete immortality! - perhaps it is really in this holy place that the remaining ray of hope, its light: The immortal, eternally thirsty thirst of enlightenments?

The greedy and insatiable thirst of the Enlightenment is now foaming the Knowledge into big sips to fill the still shoreless and uninhabited mosaic pieces of the brain! And man should always distinguish between immortal lines, eternal thoughts: Destruction and Creation!

To find answers to life's recurring and summary questions, and not just to answer questions with unending questions! The eye beetle, like bustling, motoring ants, is purring the silent, speaking camp of letters! And while an uncomfortable neon light with its unfriendly glare rays constantly injures the retina like a needle: The point is, let's continue - yes - on it, more and more, and more! Anyway, the latest knowledge is always discovered first, and only then does the suffering past come together from its crumbs!

And even if it is superfluous to prove it, the individual truth, because it is an evident one - something should be done responsibly to make the operation of human wellheads understandable here!

And when one sins a little and falls into sin: He gurgles chocolates down his throat with unauthorized methods, giving one-person cakes the ultimate honor of such sublime and sublime passions as being in love! To become one: Flour, water, eggs with an immortal yet metaphorically changing dough body, mouth-watering, bohemian distillates, can be created for rebirth! - One can and feels conceived, the subtle, superstitious details do not yet form - only at the cost of hard work -


the whole and thus the re-created Universe is sanctified: A bite of only tastes, smells, and thoughts - a redeeming noble task: To rename people into unity, a common wavelength, if possible!

In the rumen of abundance in the furnace, on the wedding bed of flame-caves, the flame gave birth to millions: diligent yeasts again, they could recreate even man-made dough. How many uplifting and special miracles does it hold, and how many more can the waiting, the well-deserved fruit of our patience, unfold?

And how the dough shape fills and swells: it resembles the condition of blessed mothers, while its waistline increases in a curved curvature, and it is exciting, as if only the Sun was caressing. You see, there will be plenty of good, and the dated universe will be carefully highlighted, with due maternal tact; be careful not to crack your existing cartilage,

and they are dressed in a heavenly garment of sifting powdered sugar, which is falling like snow, and it sweetens as many tiny ***** of true pearls as the sieve sifts! "We're still waiting with a scurrying worried stomach." In the attic of our mouth, in the meantime, the charm and the fried bride were served directly to our table!

A secret symbol of love or a sacrifice meant for fertility - getting fluffy, thirsting for cool cooling springs. Time is stubbornly dying. And even the loss of petals proclaiming fragility, the proud hope of dawn, scatter its rays more and more humiliatedly, erroneously!

His spiky, unbreakable stem now closes like the sighs of convicts at the last word, his opening, majestic chalice resembling just a shrunken mother! In a room where he had bathed in halo all day, he had enthroned on his sublime lofty throne, someone had placed fresh water in the crystal tube of his vase,

delayed to lasting minutes for the remainder of mortality! I couldn’t take it off the table, its prickly crown secretly prevented our garbage from being a broad-rumened prey: Its existence, already for mere fragments if enough. Fatal transience, like a whimpering culprit, thoughtfully and slowly stripped her dying petals naked! "I examined him, lying on his face in front of me, naked,"

broken, kind, with a princely head like a cursed princess who clung to a secret, and now her moral strain offends her to go among men! In the place of my perforated love, I also examine the swan-touch of fingerprints: Were only we conscious, proud fools that it was common to believe

we deceived ourselves with our will, did we lie? The weather is getting more and more unpleasant: grungy and foggy - and while I turn off my lamp, while with lost faith I still hope that you will look at me with your star-eyes from above.

I very much feel sorry for the tearful ******, who gave her martyrdom as a gift to someone she loved best: and the soul of her fragile, blessed heart dreaded a thousand ominous horrors, even fire, though she had learned early on: Deception, rejection, and suffering. Outside, a charming smile was hidden on the fit child's face, - I guessed the swirling dying of tears then - in his star-cherished, proud eyes, the cosmos emptiness conceived because of his sorrows!

Selfless, angelic goodness was his most miraculous antidote, and while comforting others with a vulnerable mood perhaps, he always seemed to comfort himself a little, and the self-forgotten, heavenly smile: It was a nuclear explosion of stars than when planets more valuable because of irresponsible recklessness!

And now he was unstoppable, in order of war, he also marched against the tide of bullets of our tears, and every single whistling, hissing sigh wounded his ashes, hollow face. "I was very sorry for the tearful ******;" my bleeding heart sunk into lethargy that I had to see through the veil of cleansing tears, his broken desires and dreams!

But I would have comforted the poor then and there! I would have kissed the queen eggs of her feet even more — the blood was only gradually throbbing like a volcanic eruption! We would have comforted each other with a love of selflessness: You and Me!
"But the traces of the lost, happier times also died with the curse of a secret and quiet monotony: And only your constellation shines on me from a distance of billions of years of loneliness holes, up there in the vast space of the empty mourning sky!"

Curious, overzealous and eager to babble on the innocent head: I silabize the delicate strands of amber that leaned gracefully on me, and my clumsy hand of oak finds small cracks in the bulbs of a tired lily head. And meanwhile, I whisper words of love, what do you mean by a horse-tying son! Kit Due to the piety of Fates guided to me I estimated in my world life I, yet my tongue silently rang my expanding words that anything

I could have confessed to him too! "That's how I dreamed of it patiently, with increased slowness." And when two bombshell lips clicked in front of my eyes and the immortal kiss poem exploded, a little maybe I died myself too! Who once had the unbroken belief that I had done wisely by smoothing out the pregnant worries of my past - now I just stumbled, and I could only stand betrayed: I was most frightened of the irreversible wounding!

The tiny and palpable molecules and particles of the universe shattered in space, and the consciousness of infinity, the Inheritance of Nothing, became! The law of apostate togetherness was already dictated by others: Perhaps stronger heart powers. It was as if I were floating in a vacuum between the shells of disembodied and soulless matter,

as if there were no longer any heaven on earth, an adhesive flesh system, and every little cell of proliferating blood circulation! Then I shattered myself into tiny pieces, and since then, a hole has been opened in the place of my heart! "The highest order had to be obeyed anyway, and now a murderous silence lurks and accepts!" Frustration is accepted forever, adopted!

Surely no one knows anymore that in my eyes, in the form of abundantly flowing streams, the flood has broken its way many times. That I was bitterly annihilated and put my little love memories underground! No one already knows where my untouchable paradise and the eternal gate of my heart have been: Prison bars are surrounded by martyrs of stalks of rosehips and are spreading richly!

Autumn dewy and mystical mist is now this earth, and in the extinct apocalyptic puddles floats on the surface of suicidal tears the lucky ones who live up there have long since moved, and only loneliness cries, still at night. Where skeletal branches vibrate trembling and shiver every sober Estonian

dictating human brain. But perhaps nothing has been lost yet, and it is not so easy to forget a busy hope that can confidently create Tomorrow during the day! "But the happier, happier minutes as trout wings immediately fell into the throats of depths!" "I can see the sunlight getting pale now!"

And the fleeing memories keep moving away from me, running. Anyway: Surely no one knows anymore how long it was, and it was bitterly difficult every day! With the consciousness of those sentenced to death, roaring on the edge of the schoolyard and when no one saw spit humility, kneeling down, rhyming for a chance to: it was enough of a series of beatings, tangles, tossing Morality into the mud! "No one asked, 'Can you help me?' - that instead of judgmental struggles, the universal humanism of peace should have been explored.

Surely the soul is now seeking refuge; unbelievers harm him, slaps him to pieces, because he is different in everything, even in separation. You cannot sit still, in the tender, forgiving lap of your sweetheart: Outside envy and evil eyes will lurk in your loneliness! The prison net destined for the ground will be strangled around you.

Stubborn, sly hands tearing into each other's hair tear the restless existence of the bulbs of the new life: A man is broken because he is light-hearted, and carelessness trampled on nothing, and now Nothing has become his eternal companion, and he suffers a heartbreaker! - Disgust and helplessness swamp me!

They will defile you too! They lie to you friendly, good-sounding truths, and they stumble upon each other, even the smallest dust-eye brakes! - The soul is now seeking refuge; unbelieving horse binders harm him. He certainly wants satisfaction, harmony and silence so that his life can continue on the bed again with a clean slate. She lets her face be caressed by redeeming female hands for as long as she can!

Only his loved one would still have the shaky conviction in it: His lucky star, who was thought to be wasted, had not sacrificed and let the Universe, which had long since received its desires, fall on its nuclei. "Your sweetheart will send you a wave of smiles, and you will doubtfully and half-heartedly say, 'Everything will be fine!'

"And you look at it with the ancestral sins of uncertainty." Unpredictable ignorance pretty patiently grinds every foot of your sanity! You view your things and changing nature, arranged with eternal immortality, as if you were already a tiny link in the end of the world!

I was a prisoner of a huge hospital that was seen as a giant! Alien wreckage came and went when the need arose, and the float was infected by the insecure universe, so that you can expect only limited security and shelter here! My loneliness struggled with a strange, strapped bed with a peculiar eternity. With winter hyena claws, ice flowers clung all the way to my window.

Man always stays fallible: As a cowardly bunny, I drank mice countless times too! How I waited rhymingly and stubbornly for my only mother and what a lost shipwreck I seemed then. And the vision of the morning nightmare visit fluttered: When doctors told scientists at my feet silabized my knee sutures with professional zeal.

And secretly, with a hotheaded adolescent belief, I thought that I could never feel the hope of freedom, liberation from the humbled humiliation again! The vascular map of my knee was excavated and I fainted from the zealous blood; scissors at times pinched the wound done by a car bumper scalpel. He needed proper boiling now. And no local anesthesia could use anything: Everything I could feel shook my body!

And if, then, besides my blessed mother, I can squeeze the hand of my eternal sweetheart while my blood pours richly into a syringe like a violent, bubbling stream: Perhaps I could have gained all-encompassing courage from an annihilated existence that has been so badly trampled!

In my imagination, a strange dream-vision is growing up, what will I be like in a hurry, thirty years later? Hit, worn, broken, vile kit deceived not only the deceiver, the human soul but the ancestral elements of nature: formable matter. Even then, I will watch from my small, rectangular room that the new world order, and in it Man as a prodigal animal, digests and devours himself!

My brain’s network with its secret viruses will almost be attacked by Alzheimer’s while warning me of death together. Yet the consciousness of death does not lurk in me with its snarling hyena nails: His emigration of loneliness is already sharpening his sword of misfortune far above my head!

"I have nothing to fear from death, my son!" - say competent experts. "It's just time to decipher, our last countdown to what we threw here!" "And maybe if I could get someone to be with me, a caring family, I could have been happy for seconds, and then blessedly caring."
I break hearts incomprehensible because I cannot control the internal commandments of my organization!

I could get treasures and collect the lost, plowed tears in my handkerchief. And like rubber sugar, I secretly and selfishly hid it! In my perforated heart, I sought the content of the Universe; building foundations on the ruins of Being!

The ruthless organization will crush, I will be forced to end the unfinished battle too! And eventually they are emptied and buried as shipwrecks in landless ashes and bone cemeteries. Garbage-free waste. I only fall for pain and suffering for mercy because I struggle with cowardice.

Leading fatigue spread in his bones and on my face, like a prison, the grid of monotonous and bitter pessimism settles. I continue to think and work in the craters of nothing and boredom.

I look out my window and nick it for a long time just for myself, the jagged veins of mountains, the carved rock stumps! For the time that is getting slower and slower, I don’t have the courage to listen. They are in order on the cared shelves of my brain, the memories taking care; the Existence is still drumming with me for the time being as a beat of the wounded heartbeat, even sometimes only a sick self-pity pulls me out of my bunk-style bed every day!

Human sacrifices, and all of you: Angel-spirited saints, like those who come upon broken human stumps, but accept as compassionate compassion — protective maternal lives, reassuring salvation and harmony — please do not hate, but give if there is a soul in you. a new opportunity: Equal opportunities for the disadvantaged!

My inverted Parma ham-like leg - if I go a long way - can no longer sense the futility of miles! Just stop for a moment, and as honorable, wise fathers, caring mothers, give me a gift of calmness, selfless kindness that caresses the delicate veins of your hair, devotional rocking gifts with a calm heart, but don't kick me, just because I was blacklisted and my name he was merely cursed and stigmatized!

- I like to comfort me with my chubby, stocky hands, and I have rocked my tears many times: A good friend and an enemy can understand me equally - if they do not recognize the concept of golden moderation, the only guardian angel who can help me.

Even sometimes, during the day, you appear on a diamond column of stars, and in the lily-white courtyard of your swan face, the embers emotions that have died to ashes come to life! A barely visible spike barrier stabs forever haughtily holds the delicate petals of their hearts! Every tear we have ever consoled bleeds slowly and annihilated from our eyes. And a secret signal calls us from our lips!

I would have left long after you, but your oath of allegiance built an impenetrable barrier and imprisoned your independent love for me! I tried the contents of my pessimism more and more - now it would be so good and sublime to be here with me and comfort your charming courage for optimists and sprinkle my perforated soul full of confidence: I can't be Free for you!

Your disarming smile surrounds you and leads you astray — maybe I’m a pathetic, lame prisoner of emotional dead ends myself. The backwater of doubts now surrounds me, I can only avoid my selfish love-selfishness with you. You already know myself: My discouragement does not make anyone happy, even if I open my oak-thick arms with my face, I cannot be your protector, this proud task has long been taken away from me by someone else; my heart trembles and bleeds for you in vain, I cannot deliver you, nor comfort you!

Your blessed chirping voice said goodbye to me forever! Who is not led by a safe path through the path of existence, halfway there is a stumbling block! My loyalty wound for you is still throbbing and burning. The shackles of my pain are all cramping to me.

You draw the tender, expressive, sculptural bulges of your knees after your empty exams: you sit contemplating and grieving, forgetting all your trite, misguided blunder and mistakes in the classroom — halfway through waterfalls from the emptied craters of your eyes. Before he swallows, swallows, and chews guilt and idyllic doubt, "Did I do everything for the goal?"

- Just think for a minute, because with your piercing eyes you can see around you, a deceptive world of interest, where anonymous mechanics shape your already written and posted Fate, all the appearing and untargeted targeting, space and wrangling, all the important and silenced, wounded words. , which the thoughtless way has cut into each other's breakable heads.

The emotion, desire, and movement that has accumulated in each of your biological members - your present moment has been destroyed impersonally, and the involuntary gulling of danger pervades day by day. You despise into a precious prey of carnivores, meat marchers, if you just don’t take care of yourself. Your future will carve a gallows for you, and as your enthusiastic executioner you can hardly wait to hang it, and as someone who has been spat on from afar, your life will gradually move to a well-deserved bed. You would beg for goodness and forgiveness if you were from whom!

The journey of delusions into unexpected hell has long tormented you, and hope also blindly gropes its scarce and poor possibilities; everyone is terrified and shivering by the unknown: Some hide their secret, while others consciously hide their fears - You know your selfless truth alone, and while you work and help others daily, the overwhelming loneliness consciousness carves a coffin over your life: You know, you can't trust nobody!

With my anxiously questioning eyes, I kept looking at you. I stepped into the heights with you, and I would have besieged the immortal altars of your love with my compliments — but on the axis of your invisible emotions — I see now — I had no stay! The Eden fire of your kisses has long burned something else.

You may know: I have always stood by you, even when the goddesses of false smiles proclaimed to your friends gave each other the interchangeable interests, while meant only modestly on you and in your shattered dreams: Your omission shattered me and poisoned me.

You had a worse rejection - if you called it that at all! - Your heart: You know, you cannot deny, you cannot sell a necessity order! The accusation of your kisses is immortal evidence and justification that you still love? "At least don't fool yourself when everything has turned out of itself and you have sacrificed!"

You could only stutter your confession, but were you serious? You had a lot of fun on your palatable boyfriend, and when he was depleted into a useful excess, you made his way! I leaned to the ground with my emotions in front of you and just stumbled into your distasteful rejection!

I would have demanded your momentary forgiveness ever since, and I covet - Your forgiving, proud will will not allow you to be weak - but I will be much more patient with you than your wasted blunders! "If I could be by your side, it was just a thunderous bang, my chest's answer: My heart exploded, now it's just a punching, charred stump in my chest!"

On the island of Rhodes, the tearing rocks drown in sinful foams. In clear weather, Turkey is proud to see its shores from here. Here, the dazzling blue sky is an accomplice to the sea, allied with his crested foam lover. Where crusaders once rested on holiday during their tumultuous journeys, today the researching, observant, zealous tourist finds trembling, yawning ruins with the victories of the past.
Here you will find houses built of snow-white stone, glowing in sixty degrees of air - if you do not take care of yourself, it will easily be grilled in just a few minutes: Here people relax in the harmonies of tranquility, filled with well-being! A reed-year-old sea-stubble hardened by a reed emerges if one were to head for cooling foams: Bulls and cows are even found in the marital idyll of the busy, prey-hunting dogs.

The island of the god Helios, like a giant Cyclops palm, carefully opens its arms in front of a tired traveler: This rainbow snail-home home of various noble stones is this island allied with the vast sea!

The unattainable dreams of life all multiply here, in one place on the shore. Here the boldly and modestly expanding air castles collapse quickly and quickly; a rare treasure, few decent people nowadays own Diligence: An estimated rare white raven property.

Bikini bombers - as they say nymphs flirt. Flaming insatiable and greedy male hearts around you! Here, the concept of crowding and intrusive twitching is still unknown: the possibility of peaceful coexistence shines in the hearts of those who live in harmony. Yet soul-filling, proud, Greek shores must be abandoned: Homesickness and the motherland have receded with its huge magnetic claws!

You have already been left alone in love: Foolish, in your immortal emotions, where you never had the courage or the courage to enclose you in the lap of your imagined dream lover, and comforted you with your kissing dreams. On a slightly dusty wooden table tub, your poor objects will only yawn at you: Who you once called “my sweetheart”, your only photo on a spacious map of stars if you’re still looking at a terrace from memory!

You can no longer hug her fragile swan shoulders, and she won’t be waiting for you with a charming smile under your shelter blanket while you bring her breakfast. Do you ever remember the silly moods of the beautifying ensemble years spent together?

Along with his past dreams, this too was destroyed by oblivion! It was dawn, and the icy flowers on your window, like accusing, judgmental guards, silently criticized you as your window teared bitterly in the vapors of hot air. November, now you see for the first time maybe the remaining fragment of your life fell to pieces: The fate of the two of us has turned away and maybe there can no longer be a common connection,

there are no memories or footprints left in your heart! "It was impossible!" You believe yourself, the thoughtless, milky-mouthed emotion. And yet I believed in you and supported you, who could know what we were looking for behind each other's tense heartbeats! I would have brought down a shining comet from the gloomy sky to shine on your left finger always, and in your conscience a new paradise

kingdom to be born, - it was too beautiful, I know for a long time today, and it is unbelievable that we would have appreciated each other hand in hand: Invaluable yet tiny crumb moments of our existence.

Annihilation has already become a wisdom of life, a cheap livelihood crime, in which it is as if I am suffering from a pursuit phobia of just being a hunter and not even asking why he did it? and don't leave me alone for a minute-minute blue! The downtrodden, resembled World belongs to those accused of remorse: The uplifting and self-help humanity of morality does not matter here: Perhaps all connections between common sense are broken!

Doing nothing is the most useful deed; many lie on benches until ten in the morning, trembling in a deeply drunken dream, and this is only useful and good for them: The next day, then, as the cogwheel of eternity, the problems just don’t go away, but they continue! And the sanda and monotonous consequence of all contradictory, petty reasoning is, "Your idea has fallen ugly!" If you appeal to One, and who dare to report the Truth clearly and simply,

which everyone is now wary of - your answer is, "Shut up!" As clear as possible. You are better at concealing the universal, cohesive thought of your spirit with all your means, but the Face you see when you look in the mirror: it seeks answers for you, and often the way you might look, and if you thought in an octonic way, “Everything is hopeless! Everything is already lost! ” - look out the window for a moment and in the ice cold night nature will send you its icy flowers! - perhaps a futile, deceptive thought is thoughtful persuasion, and yet if you turn away from your uttered words, which have already been judged in yourself, you are fooling yourself!

As if neither the university, nor the distrustful Present, stood for the desire for emotion, love, passions, but for the unknownly expanding XXI. century - far from here, in a system of forgotten cosmoses, star-space, on the morning of an unbearably insecure existence, and in its time of day when cheerful fairies laugh and play in the patinated corridors that cherish echoing voices.

How incompetent we thought then, at a young age, to love dedicated to eternity: As fulfilled immortality in the twilight of the gods! - It was as if a ruling Ancient Power had carved us out of flesh and blood, and he did not look where we could go, what we could do with our own decisions and will, and to defend against all fate, with tears, and not just relentless indifference. without its magic, intertwined like re-forged and indestructible handcuffs that simultaneously guard and hold the spectra of transient Time!

We felt then, as a common part of invulnerable Oneness, we added something together to the world of the unrecognizable rotation! The dense and musty air of the benches was surrounded by the abandoned atmosphere of dowry, but it didn't bother you at all; you laid the fragile bend of your tender, lily-headed head on my thick beam shoulders, and you let the hidden heartbeat message you in harmony: I learned from you that it exists, and you can still be uplifted, proud, to keep Honesty!

Now I can only vegetate as a discouraged hermit: I try to preserve the content and details of my things so that I can remember something more, something eternal and unforgettable!

Everyone may see through me: Yet where I intended to go, I may never have been able to achieve it, because man's real goals are elusive and unattainable! I already know your world too well, and yet I fight every day, at least not in my perilous image of shadows so frighteningly that he follows everywhere as a faithful servant in the ring of circuit lanterns.

Selfishly and eagerly, baptized enemies would long to find me: The spotted armor of ignorance — now my refuge, though hardly, and in the last degree, would have been the Silence, the silence, the hopeful return to myself as a second mother tongue!

On the street corners - especially in the cauldron of heatwaves - alcoholic prisoners roar, scurrying. I deliberately close my windows against the vengeful invasion of beetles. I didn't crawl useless and pointless back and forth, as the lunar pathologist can't even guess where he was going: the creepy sounds of the nights were greeted as old acquaintances!

Panel walls forced the free-breathing warmth into prison: Perhaps everyone sees me cynically, and since my childhood, Loneliness has committed and followed me as a silent companion. Behind my window, the sublime and proud mountain giants yawn, spread out over green valleys, like crouching stone hearts: They would secretly call me among themselves to make the meaningless and gutted World a place in which we are forced to live deliberately hermits!

It would have been so good to just listen for a few more minutes, just a little eternal moment, to the pure, ever sweeter, juicier throbbing, smaller ringing of your heartbeat, like whispering ears, before you leave me alone in the filled bed of my life and leave! You can no longer belong to the universe that has been fulfilled in me - after all, it has not yet been born, only your imaginative and mischievous play has made fun of you.

Your face sometimes stands out as a silent vision from the crystal water of my still-sharpening memories, but I can only half see it so far away from the pairs of harmonies and eternal peace: like the exiled shipwrecked, I cannot tie up on the island of happiness! "You were greedy!" And love-selfish and cheerful! ”

"You could believe in immortal and selfless tears, and rejoice when you were pityed for comforting and trying to bleed the bleeding wounds of your unknown vulnerability!" "And finally, with your grief, and yet you deliberately left yourself." And at a romantic beach dinner, how I would have put the pawn of my love confession in front of your feet:

My own heart, and together we would have risen from the yellow earth so that they could no longer humble themselves and kick us! I can't lie with a weapon of silence and repressed self-blame: honesty shone over you and forced my lucky, better self out of me! Your beautiful hazelnut eyes are still unconsciously gesturing toward me, smiling and whatever you say, I must now contradict you:

As a second option, if we had not been recklessly ruthless towards ourselves, we could have started dating together with a clean slate.

Days spent with senseless nonsense, a series of moistened, immortal tears that slowly captured the face and its expanding remnants! If we are deceived in the immortal moments of the Universe, what: a dream-like vibration of an eternal kiss, gaze, lashes may have appeared, we have already buried ourselves: Our self-pity, our lust! "We flew away like weak-grained dust in the wind."

we could not see the intentions of our real emotions trapped, for we could not fly, and as a result we long ago crashed. We had to crumble the germs of our personality in the shoreless time! I watched enviously for a long time if you couldn’t be next to me with the fulfilling, immortal harmonies of hearts on exotic, coastal islands, and all the more awful it was pure,

to awaken to the Real with common sense: if I woke up the next day without you. to covet the trite secret of decline at such a young and young age, to deal with the emotions of others as a disposable cloth, and to live on life in hibernation and abandonment altogether — tangled in the dog-grip of anxiety.

There is a cure for the conscious pity that moves hearts, and perhaps there can still be, if the sea scatters pearls during the day, and the secrets of the sand would be guarded by the only s True secret of the footprints destined for the Universe: Love! -

and finally, like so much of everything, we put it in a bottle between the captivity of mortal beings! "No one can rise permanently to himself unless he finds a pair of faulty opposites!"

Empty refugees
  
    
To see uninhabited cities all night, with only our bowed, penitent heads facing. When stomaching refugees live across streets and their homeland is the unknown insecurity of existence: Survival by day at all costs, and its universal response, painful golden treasures have been shed instead of trees, autumnal, rich scales!

I knew ghosts roaming villages, and the dim, hollow-eyes were like extinct crater stumps with only the tangible, lining indifference of Nothing. - In the sheltered captivity of the valleys, the city was still expanding - man: with a bag of potatoes, food, and soap water, he pays more for unattainable and general hygiene than for others to drink deratuned alcohol because of their weak will: Their will is weak and weak!

Their vulnerability is universal and expanded, their state of being is still the same: because it is timely and because they have broken ashore ships without the shackles of society! Yes! How did mistakes be made? More than likely! But why shouldn't there be a second chance for those who voluntarily undress their shady and fragrant mockery and from now on they will be good and obedient?

The stars were now in tears of blood, and the universal wolf's tooth of the Times had crouched, and the vengeful outsiders had stigmatized the vengeance of icicles! After all, in Life, when someone steps forward a lot, they always jump into pitch black. And can we not even know what we want: to respond with suicide to the treacherous Injustices,

or only the vicissitudes of life, the helpless everyday life, force out of us the lived, irreversible pains.

Your thoughts drew the almighty trace of your swan legs in the sand. Your handsome eyes carried a coral star! In an uninhabited sand desert, the two of us shook hands half-naked, and we waited for the patient intimacy to just greet us, and quietly to be influenced by the all-pervading emotion: The heart-secret of our immortality!

Sea foams licking shapeless rocks embrace gracefully, stretching; he thought he had forgotten, a dream come true you live again and then disintegrate again. I put my feet timidly after your footprints, and the surface holds shapes that can be formed from fine-grained sand.

But what else would I have been looking for here when you hadn't traveled in a long time, and I, too, only through your brainwaves, I thought terád? More than anything, your eternally nicknamed, chattering mouth, which was condemned and punished on the Day of Doom, said: You cannot deliberately find an antidote to sincere Truth once you have taken it prisoner!

I was there in all the material to be changed: In your joy and sorrow, in the waterfalls of the tears of your eyes, I was there! And yet in your excessive lightness, you did not appreciate me! Invisibly, I still keep an eye on your priceless life, and I still don't know myself: Why is it necessary and necessary, as an ancient protector, to chatter after you?

If I had committed a sin against you, you could have felt it a long time ago: for your heart struck like a fool and rumbled! "We've become each other's dearest, saddest poisons: You seduced me with the sweetness of chocolate, and I wore the chains of my compliments embracing you proudly while giving you a chance!"

Man, it is better today to snooze quite a few people with a given mood! he can hardly do anything else: Hysterical minute-people and flirtatious Germans who want to flirt dictate the pace and the Order today! And the role model of the ancient hero of our time - although he could hardly have noticed himself - became a morally contagious prey, a waste material: His will and his belief in knocking down rocks were missing!
      

Bare, meaningless messages, slangs of words humiliated into grotesques discourage the unrealized ideas of those who have ever dreamed of the world! Nearly now, frustrated desires float in vacuum vacancies, bursting with a network of conspiracies of petty lies, and each cosmic evil revolves around its own brain planet - it does not wish to undress its pathetic half-shoulder and lightness!

It leaves everything on the brink of destruction and thrives on the shores of self-pity! "We don't want to be better to ourselves in the rush of tomorrow, to be nobler!" The battered soul and the burnt will take on a deep silence! Man's inhumanity has now collided: Re-establishment has now taken shape and determination again! You can't even benefit today - that's what others think, unfortunately -

neither the Heureka crumbs of honorable honor, nor the guardians of unbreakable conscientiousness: Yawning mountains, dreamy aggastians! Maybe at such an age the halo lights of the moral-humanism of the Universe can travel from the inner landscapes of the soul with heart energies and sympathetic flames?

Now the crazy, bribed Loneliness, like a silent, irresponsible killer, burst into my life: And then I just started saying to myself, “If you are afraid and afraid of Tomorrow, at least give me the world today and appreciate it! "And among so many endless things, Man seemed to sparkle, beneath the surface of vanities!"

Mood pessimism is now more than unbearable - when the bad weather comes! You know the mood of your mood - patiently waiting for your joy! Slowly, maybe you don't have money left over. Your stomach is declaring a protesting, swirling war against you, and you know: In you, self-pity grows like an unhooked ****!

As a barking herd member, I deliberately never drifted with the crowd. As a sure stubbornness of my intention, I consciously shut myself up with seven padlocks, and my whole otherworldly dead-white reality throbbed like a single sore wound while my cowardly heart drummed. "But down here now, there's a misty foggy silence everywhere and the narrow line of sight is limited to my nose!"

And I consciously got off the unstoppable tram of desire: I let mad and bribed loves tangle in tangles! "It would have been much better to forget all the magic wonders of my past," the incessant darkness is still flaunting its dreaded labyrinths in the city, while making loud noises after it, as it seeks to destroy with hatred! "Tears are soldering my sad eyelids forever."

I should take a lesson from resignation. Then, with a fresh start, I could continue my self-pity Calvary. I’ve had so much tangle, deliberate filth hung on boards as a target, like dropping, valuable prey for the hunter! "It should have been realized sooner that revolving luck is always on the side of profitable, mitigating and consciously avoiding the simple, humble helpless!" And the chains of bonds - if really strong and indestructible - will never be torn! Yet out of a begging drop of hope, a precious piece of crumb remains in the courtyard of the heart! Now the stars are getting blacker and blacker.

Sunless is wrestling murderously, unfriendly with the sun. A lot of nonsensical consolation is still more than if no one is visiting the patient! How good it would be to calm down in your mother's lap to find comfort here, to seize a new opportunity! To recharge with Hope - fear has grown my spiky bushes and I only move out when absolutely necessary! And no one can hurt you!

What we said to each other's hearts; breaking up the barriers of inhibitions, bubbling tears of wounds out of ourselves, we considered it rich and purely just the voices of our hasty youth and only unbroken, real emotions! - And yet, when I stared at the earthy, halo-copy of your face on a bamboo with the power of the speed of light, your smile immediately electrified and now the end-bump is in the swamp.

I should take a lesson from resignation. Then, with a fresh start, I could continue my self-pity Calvary. I’ve had so much tangle, deliberate filth hung on boards as a target, like dropping, valuable prey for the hunter! "It should have been realized sooner that revolving luck is always on the side of profitable, mitigating and consciously avoiding the simple, humble helpless!" And the chains of bonds - if really strong and indestructible - will never be torn! Yet out of a begging drop of hope, a precious piece of crumb remains in the yard of the heart! Now the stars are getting blacker and blacker.

Sunless is wrestling murderously, unfriendly with the sun. A lot of meaningless consolation is still more than no one visiting the patient! How good it would be to calm down in your mother's lap to find comfort here, to seize a new opportunity! To recharge with Hope - fear has grown my spiky bushes and I only move out when absolutely necessary! And no one can hurt you!

What we said to each other's hearts; breaking the barriers of inhibitions, bubbling tears of wounds out of ourselves, we considered rich and purely just the words of our hasty youth and only unbroken, real emotions! "And yet, when I stared at the earthy, halo copy of your face at the speed of light at the speed of light, your smile immediately electrified, and now the end-bump is in the swamp."

Beautiful, Shameless Lover Love: He lurks, rubs against you, sweetens the best of his ****** abilities, and pleads with determination for you: Then the Universe is already in flaming sensual hell, and the Heart is full of golden fire, and the Heart is trembling! Budding immortality appears in kisses-crossfires! His smile is disarming intoxication, and yet you know: his honey-glazed words

like the tangled winding of amber tendrils surrounds him, strangling him with his senses! It is absorbed into the secret concealment of blood craters, vascular networks and bone domes, the visionary disappointment of the senses is completely absorbed! Who has not appreciated the crumbs of minutes dedicated to the eternal, the fractions of glances, he can no longer know when the spark of the found Heureka first ignited with a secret flame at that time!

Perhaps they are already mature and old kobak for the decision: Mulya should always be honest with faith, ready to show the ancient secrets of the heart! - Two orphaned fountains of the Eye: From the richly springed craters of the Eye, angels and saints sometimes sin with tears of blood! The robbed flesh of old, truncated fingertips is eaten and eaten by the robber.

Demonstrable skepticism is already knocking in the minds of my head: can there have been once again an immortal, unrepeatable, and eternal Spark that can ignite our deceptive dreams, sincere emotions, hidden in the open gates of hearts? "I already knew, I guessed from the beginning that we hadn't talked in a long time - and yet with selfless zeal, you always are in it and you exist!" What can a vulnerable soul do if there is no stranger beside Someone to heal?

The given moment matures, grows and is beautifully fulfilled, the immortal radiance of the Universe with a cuneiform smile on radiant faces! Glorious-wreathed angels are now exchanging secret kisses with their beloved sweetheart: A miserable spark has ignited! "Now every coat is sprayed with ice-cold powdered sugar powder, silver lace is pulled over by bored aggastians: Giant Mountains!" "My shoes are treading treadingly on snow, and in every deliberate movement there is conscious fear and insecurity!"

He struggles with bitter drowsiness at night, still how the celestial image swirls with many cherry-lipped snowflakes; now I am not hunted by sanda s envious eyes. With my troubles-matured hoarfrost roof, my years are down, it seems to be multiplying! With its diamond teeth, Winter sinks its metallic claws into me. Unhappy happiness also dreams of new opportunities!

In my hand, the pen is still guarding more and more modestly - I don't even know: How long? And he had to wake up in the midst of squeaky whiplashes - it was like the bitter reality: to seek bread without embezzled opportunities! The proliferation of pain and disappointed self-pity self-pity will not abort you - you can't even forget it, but if you don't take care of yourself as a secret guardian, you will be digested pretty slowly.

For greater deterrence is idleness, and what comes with it: It must be pushed up and thrown away like junk ******* in the trash: As the mortality of dust grains, man smuggles biological traces into the fertile gardens of happiness.

Sweet love is so flatteringly so flirtatious, such a fragile decoy, that two swan palms that want to be careful rest on each other: almost fulfilled immortality adopts man! Yet something failed and shattered: In the sacred crossfire of all-kisses, we had to make peace one by one with the bitter pains of tearful tears: That spikes exploded into the heart, the emotion gurgling!

,, Don't kiss! Because you do not love me! Because we don't fit in, ”said the common sense and the flirtation, which was always confident. Tribute easily fell into the abyss! The consciousness of misunderstanding was too late: The Timed Bomb nestled in the blood-fibers of our minds, in the blood fibers of our bodies: Love exploded like volcanic eruptions!

We couldn’t know ourselves either, sacred recognition works like hell! - What a courage, what a hopeless loss of illusion, what an insane miracle that we breathed greedily for each other in the insatiable molecules of the moments and sniffed deeper and deeper from our common consecrated consciousness: Our eternal and unquenchable love!

"Now the five dawns of the morning are still dazed and drunk among the twists and turns of our consciousness: Late Winter is still ringing in winding streets!" I would soak up the faded minutes of my happier, more fulfilling days with you to shine again, for a little while longer: I would send you the messages of my orphaned tears through my closed eyes: I miss you so much, even now! - There are only two of us here:
The cruel seasonal rampage, and a loser accused of clumsiness!

Perhaps still up on the junk drapery of the clear, pitch-dark cosmos, the twinkling light still flashes faintly: The diamond smile of the stars. It preserves the eternity of your blessed being in a planetary body until the above Dipper Cart passes by and the dawn star visits you! So give everything you are willing to forgive and pay your apologetic sacrifice - now your feminine youth is still waving towards the right path and the tousled head of your children with unquenchable desire for knowledge is constantly asking you and staring at you!

As an unexpected shapeless and foreign being, eternal, immortal emotion came to you and the boundaries of external indifference ceased to revolve. And your glorious heavenly smile - you mentioned yourself - was reserved only for the TRUE! You can now see our unforgettable and eternal minutes: Only the ever-shining stars will preserve them as long as your memory is fresh and intact! In vain!

The right to make the other one happier entitles you to all actions and is rewarded with rewards of wars of kisses, ancient glowing passions of happy fulfillment now still selfishly alive you. But stop in the micro-music of minutes and think: At what deserved price did you get from the break of loneliness to the open vault of your heart where you can travel more freely and with your head held high?

You would have confessed to me what your heart originally felt, now I would not be tossed as a landed, swollen fish with the orphanage torn in the primordial sea of ​​Nothing. As an overzealous stream in the gleaming carbuncles of your face, humility will only begin once, and your sympathy and shock will be great in your mind: the dictionary of your Don Quixote telling the truth!

I still have this creative fear: I am surrounded by amber or leander and trampled on you! Your hopes are swaying, shattered stars, your selfishness day by day as a hungry baby eternally demands love from you drunk and greedily. Your loved one is on the throne, not yet forgotten in your heart, his immortal image is shining more and more.

And now you have come to the end of your journey: Boundary s turning point, in pea-grain existence at the same time. As a silent convict, your ideas, plans, visions drowned in the sea of ​​your dreams! Your raging blood would protest, and roar, demanding a fair procedure, a right, and a law for you to hear Morality: Tiny blood molecules in your cell are saturated with suffocating, feverish puffing. I suffered moments

they follow and evolve from my self-pity! Everything is threatening! And they are tossing with deadlines, employing brains, working hands, and there is no shelter in the camp of the Wounded Believers! I should try to force my heart with positive thoughts, lion-confidence, but I am afraid that the sure wall will no longer protect me because it will soon fall down, and the

to my defense, which has so far helped as a probationary benevolent, may have ended: I am still a companion on this earth, and many shout, "Selfish, in your hunger for yourself you will remain!" "I lived at home and yet a planet alien!" My heavy smiles weigh on me like scarlet marks. In my cowardly orphanage, one day, there may be someone who leads me through unbroken trust and nothing. Difference brings variety, but only to those who correlate it!

Now I am trying a lot to move silently to the edge of Life. Still looking at myself, a dark crater of zealous lightlessness still reigns out there! I should become asless as a pill, even the tears in tired and empty eye sockets, and to disappear into the infinite Nothing, to be lost, like a primordial vacuum struck by shortness of breath, soundless, nestless!

It would be time to grow up the desperate child in me as an adult - although, perhaps it is better to look at the now cataclysmic, overcomplicated world with astonished and startled eyes: "It's that **** snowfall again: If someone wants a relentless leg fracture in a tasteful little plaster coffin, just wear it!"

Porridge-ice, mirror, and armor-frost are all going more and more, falling big, pounding, humiliating the human body, while looking silently at the grinning miserable: The Winter who treated him like that and mocked him! And in such a seemingly relative, no-man's-land harsh time, the selfish swamp of my self-pity spreads like the plague!

It is better to tame ourselves into cocoon puppets by measuring the cold below freezing, we are packing ourselves up and barricading ourselves! Man is now shrinking himself: Nothing else can exist for him but the Inner Sounds, and the tiny, minute murmur of heartbeats - their messages still whispering while Heaven is spinning endlessly frozen crystal flowers!

Peninsula Icarus
  
    
  We consciously strive for the elusive insecure with doubt and hesitation: We cannot know the confidential boundaries or the end of our destiny paths destined for us - yet we are lurking towards the unknowable Tomorrow! The shackles of trampling and tangles are binding, holding back: We cannot give to the Fear that is his! Our durable, sure humanity!

His instinctive action of “could have been tried” is still relevant and justified. Conscious self-pity that we respect our own cowardice with selfishly vulnerable tears - it is feared that it is seldom enough today! How would I be worthy of merciful and giving pity? Then the kind voice of our hearts will be spoken for us. Each question to consider generates and grows new decisions: Being rolls dumpling-shaped pitfalls, while common sense is in place of purpose and will!

I’m just a wounded emptiness sometimes, maybe just worth trampling on. I should map out good intent values ​​on my own. When the day is over and the brain is still clicking and something in the heart is shaking! The iron cat of pity is sometimes thrown at me and, as an excess, a single piece of life jackets, and like the surging-loving sea, I often share the fate of uncertain, swaying, drifting shipwrecks!

Love gives wings to many! As a half-nailed Icarus, even a careless moment was enough to look at the lava caves of the immortal universe.

By the age of thirty, with only a year left, he was slowly approaching, and the selfish pity of self-pity is still on the verge of restlessness. Like a hermit from Tutyimutyi, like a prisoner stuck in a cell, to whom the majestic taste, air and atmosphere of Freedom is a burden and an irreplaceable message!

A self-digesting fleshy wall, a scoop with the hopeless trials of Arthur-headed Sisyphus, he could always just try the unknown nature of things! I sent a message with deliberate, conscious fear, I escaped myself in the ruins of days, every day and finally I just got into the rotating uncertainty: Moments of fortune left you all, maybe deprived of some secret confidence, maybe permanently deprived of it!

I have not wasted the precious and precious time given down here. I still stare at Glorious tear-stars, I would have tried to find out the small secrets of my personal vulnerability.

To preserve with a susceptible and selfless soul ultrasound itself, as a seismic radar, it detects the telltale traces of molasses: S while he comforts and helps as a mother; while I do: I wash the dishes, I bake and cook, and I kiss his blessed fragile hands with the thick waterfall of my tears!

And you have not yet learned enough in the crossfires of so many conscious ordeals, bone-breaking paw turns! - In your shelter that protects the security of your home, you listen more and more desperately with your melancholy-numbness to the mortal and tormenting countless minutes of the gift: The grotesque story of every click, lost, or inaction of your life.

I, who loved to please the ladies with complimenting masses of poems and to please the ladies: To increase the heartbeat pumping more and more, to smuggle out the eyes soaked with pearls silently, to hand out the real truth with a handkerchief - I was acne, , polite hand kisses as royal majesties come out!

And it went without saying that they were thrown away sooner and thrown in the trash as a custom of barely used clothes! I was a foolish, hamster-like ***** infected with a non-liberating but hopeless romance, if I had explored the eternal, never-ending secrets of my sweetheart's heart with the ancient sins of passionate obsession!

And I became an idyllic arrogance, a purple pregnant woman with beautiful hope, Kilimadjaro, a pulsating, shameful pimple, which in itself postponed the possible outbreak! Taking care of my life, I put it together I imagined. And the healthy, eternal plans of my mortality are sometimes ugly mocked by the tiny molecules of detail, the incomprehensible or incomprehensible intentional whole!

A confession of love, edited into stanza, is going on today: Both are integral parts of mortal passing! Yet how many wasted, expensive preparations, wording, kneeling sacrifices like dumplings of humility in the throat, and the trembling of trembling, operated knees, had to be added to fall to the surface of the simple fact, to actually show up: while gently nurturing and binding the bleeding wounded heart: A sensual, purple flame flirting with the immortal Universe

Il-advised and outcastly, I still dared to hope: In the sublime consciousness of the planned happiness! It was only now that I realized that with its melted blood clumps, Hope itself had begun to wane! I whispered with idiotic love. I want to live with you, and together because you are very important to me!

In the immortal chain of existence, the connecting, fertile gem was yourself and your character! The fate of our destiny, the will to keep it, has certainly deprived me of every foot of my will. What kind of unrecognizable, unknown fear and conscious Horror squeezes the purple dungeons of my heart, in which only the dying patches of coparians now light up?

An emotion that can be increased to vanity, thought to be destroyed, cannot be destroyed, because the eternal flame of love nourishes, fuels and trains the consciousness awakening in biological instincts.

The ghost domain of the brain is received and captured by the catacombs of the nervous system with the message of kisses: The feeling of transcendence is that it is all about us unselfishly! In his son, who is still indefinite and may not be able to take the initiative, we can easily discover with conscious discipline we are searching and snooping: an individual who protects the bastions of morals and is vulnerable to the rich repositories of his character!

- Sometimes the contagion of diseases ruptures as a purulent ulcer. It is a pessimistic contagion of self-pity, and this is involuntary not only to repel, but increasingly to forge the insurmountable and pure-hearted laws of the relationship swaying in the rope dance!

And in that crossfire of disarming moments, all the superfluous, debris words are no longer valid: Two human stars are facing each other deeply, yet understandingly wolf-eyed at the center of humanist understanding!

Tiny ***** hairstyle and a pair of pensive bamboo-calf eyes: That's all we can observe at first! My wounded and squandered prepubertal years, the unarmed lion claw battles of adolescence. The gliding ghost and mourning robe of family therapy clinicians exposes the fluctuations of moods, the cherished mood pessimism!

Her hamster-tucked son as he poses in a Latin suit for graduation is consoling in the lens of research cameras. - The immeasurable glamor of a beautiful writer after a chosen love is a flattering romantic charm in one of the back seats, because he has always dreaded the front seats and the competitive strigulation of performance! And finally, the destructive, haughty day of atomic radiation on class trips, while the bikini sisters might even comfort you!

I believed in myself that I didn't need more - and maybe I could have had a more saved, decent life if I had let and allowed the immortal Emotion to be chained! Desperate sorrow still carries its grace selfishly - the conscience of my life, the confident Brave's courage could not have been mine, and now that our age is morally submerged in filth, and empty in the knowledge of vertebrates, it is even harder to live a real life, recognizing true values. under the sun!

In the end of culture, it would be so good if instead of hysterical plaza kittens, delicate wildcats, and blonde cyclones: Angel-women, deer-eyed fairies who like compliments and romantic confessions would rejoice in the happiness felt by the existing soul.

Brought through the large archbishop's forest through the shuttle bus. And I was with you in my mind in the fragmentation of the moments too! The only ground ant camp there was bustling, flirting around you outside on the platform from where nervous and displeased people went about their goals! "We haven't walked together in a long time: Your tender, delicate swan arm."

my darling united in my arms in an alliance, and I thought I could feel and know that your heart still thinks of me! "I am now a prisoner of an impossible and precarious state." I am an obsessed guardian of my conscious mood, which is to call exaggerated happiness an exaggeration, a harmony a lie! They always look out for the stars

for some spiritual consolation! Your sand-melting, and heat-unbearable and fragile reed shoulder shoulders gently lift the heavy weights of your hiking bag with hussar care! Chestnut tents greet with their slight shadows, and again I took a closer look at the deer beauties of your eyes that were incapable of cheap lies.


They brought only happiness and contentment, the beautiful flames of selfless help, rich in themselves - your face toying in a halo light as the tired rays sprayed on you its rich golden treasures of the broken heart: Sight, earth-rooted moment! I don't have anyone to share it with now.

I’m alone, and like bamba boci-eyed, I’m just sad! I must mourn the missed opportunity that you were still standing by me in the ruin of days of distressed days, at the feet of nerve-wracking gaps of consciousness I did not confess to you what we both guessed and knew: The immortal transcendence was matured in you by the unique smile of your being!

Now even chimneys paint the dense hairdresser at night: The bearded chimneys of the houses ping the skirts of the pearl stars. The death of golden trees has long since been sacrificed: Now in contemplation, to see and unravel meditative connections would come! Maybe they can unravel the mysteries of the Gordian knots? - Not by many simple cuts, as the Macedonian ruler did in one fell swoop,

but with reasonable s scientific reasoning if necessary! "Every summer midnight, the balmy stuffiness of Time, dripping on me like a thick molasses, yet I waited, waited, and held myself, killer-hardened, breath-suppressed, that your beautiful eyes, far and wide, trained in brown flame, were waiting for me alone!"

My attention and trust in you grew richly with my patience day by day! I didn't want a cocky roar because of you: I got out of your love carousel on a voluntary basis, to which you just replied, "It was a good joke!" - I wanted the treasure of my existence, and you are a part, an inner cell molecule, which, like the transporting glass bubble, transports the life-giving oxygen beads patiently, understandingly

yet with ant diligence in the order of my prison body! The World can now wrestle in vulnerable hibernation — and, like me, it exists alone, it exists, it has remained in captivity! Every single day, I facilitated our immortal, eternal, co-spent minutes, and I secretly hoped so - foolishly, you do the following: Sometimes, when I still remember you send me an email with great grace,

and if your heart can still feel me, you ask, "How are you?" "Thank you, I'm fine for now, I'm fine," though he treads on my every day, bleeding the knowledge that you can't be with me!

You should have slept forever humiliated for love! And to wake up in the manner of murderers with antisocial ruthlessness, harm spikes of unrestrainedness! For the sincere and courageous look of your eyes, the swan-delicate touch of your hand, it would have been good to lay my haunted head on your mother's lap and feel it confidentially: The throbbing beat of your blessed fragile heart still thinks of me.

True beads hung like glittering spherical ornaments on the fragile lash branches. Your sadness hurt your eyes with even reddening pains! it wasn’t a vain day that I wouldn’t have broken my head to eat happiness so that I could smuggle into your golden heart to travel with a smile of heaven again!

Now people are still running madly, and urgently postponing lasting sobriety until January. - You can be happy! Your family house upstairs is already being built, a graceful Danube estuary is your neighbor, and you are greeted by the untamed wilderness as a familiar brother! The hardest task is to focus on your carefully arranged life with a sober judgment!

Teaching children to ponder thoughtfully, the uplifting thoughts of missed happiness! A man with a tangled life knows - he knows, and even now he often thinks about you, he feels with you. Your child, if you ask about a lot of romantic dates, you just tell me you were someone deeper someone, more mysterious.
Even more vulnerable in your child's spirit! "I can't tell the truth to anyone right now, but I'll give it to you."

Missing the kiss that you often deserve! Just "Knock it off, right now about me" - just a swearing in my eyes that I can only be *******, perfect in love, only "shut up", and the other cheap melodies, even though I wouldn't have heard pus -fraters ’caressing anthems, then ******* fists would not have exploded on my face with their striking judgment!

I just disappeared from the World vulnerable, captured my three-hill ridges, and listened to explain what bumpy rocks, eternal green mosses could say in their million-year-old immorality? "Whatever I wanted, the grace of the Heart just didn't come!" And now it's been almost twenty years since I stepped into the realm of palpable pain! I can't be free in my unfolded mood, in my truncated temper, and now the consciousness of companionship has haunted me!

"The minutes were just fine, on tiptoe." The Desert enters four walls, and the sun threatens to scorch the Sahara killer if it becomes summer. I would hurry after unrepeatable eternal minutes: Yes! When even my mother was balanced and happier, today she is just a hard-working, hard-working woman.

Stomach-turning frost crawled into my throat with his injured ice-blade! My sprouting words have long since been lost: There can be and perhaps cannot be, who can be a crying voice in the night! I am gathering an offensive and squeaky silence, my soundtrack stretches like a ready-to-shoot, stretched bow on guard: My eyes are guarding talkative stars, while you are in tears all at once!

Out of bed, pounded, humiliated to wake up to the Real: The Sustainable Universe is now suddenly shattered to pieces, as we once caressed: flirtatious winking eyes of eyeballs, an orphaned tuft of hair, or a confession of love that has now been finally sacrificed!

- There are no gloomy days not to ponder: I protected a vulnerable lily thread from selfless, and in the end I got the fate of disposable, recyclable rags, myself! Konok's stubborn oppositions are my law and my right to warn that there must be and be a more beautiful and better existence among the signs of tolerance!

- Today, all dreams have been shattered: Nervous vapors, breaking diamond tears are still fighting, fighting, on my face, the chubby hamster's tail is still there!

- Only one can be happy now, for whom the fragile happiness found with confidence and longing for karakan, that he did not seek it, he only listened to his heart! It would have been better, then, to confess at that tangible and immortal moment, to say that two

so we just laughed at each other. That it was worth cherishing the palaces of the wounded tears forever, devoting handkerchiefs to each other! - But that's fine, and now it is impossible to change and shape it in the finished event: My cowardice and tutyimutyi half-heartedness is accompanied by the irony of self-pity,

A shining planetary continent and a true pearl star stood in front of me in pairs and I only dared to prove the wonders of my burning emotions on paper.

And then, full of that moment, and fatally, the immortal minute exploded around us: I learned to respect the lights of terrestrial star systems as he motioned for confession without sentences! I meant shaking tears, those in captivity of self-pity! For in all the unspeakable brilliance, in the crossfire of long-tolerant gazes of the arrogant: The vulnerable, halo glitter of Hope ready to renew the flow!

And then I was suddenly shocked myself: Are immortal stars created by broken beads of truth, in the barbed-wire legs of our eyes, or are they just a compass warning that the eternal and present Answers, once passed before our noses, can be noticed early on ?! One-eyed Cyclops wanderer and dream chair Sun, you could smuggle a knife-tip-ray into the rattling heart of pessimists, only Silence responds to the swampy twilight of worn-out twilight.

And for hundreds of thousands of years, it has been wandering restless and ever-moving giant in the bone-colored mirror of the ever-glowing bullet. Will there still be forgiveness and sympathy for the less fortunate in the eyes smiling with stars? - I do not deserve the glory of courage, believe me, cowardice is always the first to whom I bow my head and knee, I do not spare myself sparingly!

Well, how could I finally be brave when, instead of human-smelling furnace words, hyena-clawed contempt was won over me.