Don’t judge a fractious soul,
It’s made of flame and sparks
And even at the North Pole
It’ll light a million torches in the dark.

We’ll not be harnessed and, moreover, tamed
With someone else’s reins.
That someone ought to hang their head in shame
And have our legs unchained.

No one is to decide
What’s right for me or wrong.
I am a fractious soul and care not a snap
For your opinion after all.

Under the sky in May
Dear wind, ******* away like ashes
I want to be somewhere
Where my moon shines

Me being me and you being you
Let’s not judge each other for our worldview.

Today it would’ve been your birthday.
I would’ve made a handmade card for you as always
signed with a “love you” phrase and painted bouquets
together with some real tulips.
It would’ve been a perfect day.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
God had another plan.

You taught me to be brave
and faced with trouble never to complain.
Even while fighting so much pain
you were a rainbow after rain.
You taught me on a stormy day to be a wave.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
And out of habit I have made your card.

You killed her heart
but the roses bloom as on a grave smothered in flowers.
My darling, it is an art
to turn from the sun sunflowers.

When something is killed
it doesn't mean it dies
but, au contraire, life hastens its flow.
When you see tears falling from their eyes
it proves how hard it is to hold back their throes.

I want you to know that as long as there's pain
the heart may ache but it stays alive.
In all these troubles there is you to blame,
after all, this heart is mine.