I was born under the dictatorship of the proletariat
I grew up in a patriotic nationalist emulation
And as an adult I learned what original democracy means
I would like to grow old beautifully, naturally, without ideologies and wars
But I might die waiting for a solemn utopian peace
because there is no place left on Earth
where hatred does not sprout

maybe the earth will not die because of fungus after all
maybe the sky will still rain from water clouds
maybe cosmic radiation will stop in Van Halen belts
and will not bloom from human stupidity
so that our children's children
can also enjoy by the sky
the air, the rain
of sun

all that is and all that is not is constantly changing
I am here you are there, a mirror draped in veils of oblivion
I descend into you Ariadne, on a thread woven
with paradisiacal subtext
You rise on my shoulders
into the darkest oblivions
letting words disappear in broken whispers
the evil in me an explosion on the roof of the mouth
the good in you a comfort and a shiver
and even if I die
my traces
will remain carved in your flesh
and the distant will embrace the near
disapearing in a vague undulation into infinity

come with me
she said, cutting his air

the fullest moon climbs to the edge of the window
too big and heavy as a ****** night

take me with you, the solitude is looking for my veins
but the pain does not accept transfusions

I think I lost my voice
I dropped it and the whole place was filled with vocal

hide me dear night
do not let the haughty-silence to straddle me
in an useless rodeo

he showed us the true face
but now he left us to play beyond the empty eyes

who will replace him
will only be a voice of ash ...

inside me
everything is well arranged
everything is in its place
and weekly I clean the dust from the display cases
and from memories
but taking into account that the years do not forgive
there are more and more places where I can no longer reach
and I watch with fear how this "inside me"
it collapses. slowly and irreparably

I can be your paradise
I can be your real life
I can be anything you want
If you let me in

I can be your fear
I can be your strength
I can be your pleasure
if you let me touch your mind

I can be your disappointment
I can be your fulfillment
I can be your devil
if you let me hug you

I can be your dream
I can be your nightmare
I can be your angel
if you trust me

the premiere will have a single actor and a single spectator
the movie is dumb due to politically correctness
and no applause will be. it's actually a complex show
in which the viewer will watch that movie.
and then he will play the last scene.
in the light of the candles ...
  
my dreams were stronger than mine
they passed through the heavens and the seas
without looking back
until, tired of still posing in dreams
they withdrew into their daily lives as useless and annoying minutes
beating the final gong

inside me
everything is well arranged
everything is in its place
and weekly I clean the dust from the display cases
and from memories
but taking into account that the years do not forgive
there are more and more places where I can no longer reach
and I watch with fear how this "inside me"
it collapses. slowly and irreparably

one last wish? am I still entitled to this?
I would like... I would like a lot … ah… how many there are
the one who has no memories cannot have a future
  
before reaching a name on the long list of lost objects
realizes the value of regret and time (the lost past)
and it's as if you still want to let the wind touch your hair and pull furrows in the sky
  
sometimes I feel like I can be the summer solstice
to divide time into hours, days, moments
but what I don't have is already past. I will be lost too
  
souls, don't let indifference wash away your colors
because you need the soul, not the eyes, to find the way
and to help you pass all the customs of heaven

I am just a number in this world: personal numerical code
Nothing that I have belongs to me except in appearance
The land belongs to the state, the undergrownd belongs to the state
The house is apparently mine but I pay taxes because I own it
Furniture and other goods are given to me for long-term use
But if I want to throw them away, I have to pay
I pay for the rain, I pay for the sun
I pay for my life with my mental health
And if we're being honest, even death doesn't belong to me entirely
The state take cares if and when I have to die:
They need a warm place? My bed is being prepared in silence
And the family is not informed either.
They just find that one face is replaced by another face
Blessed are the poor in spirit
For they will inherit all that they did not have
But in another constellation

I'm just a number in this world. And sometimes a *****

and her eyes sifted eternity
he bent down and took my hand. the pain was melting away
carrying splinters of fear
I look around, nothing scares me
only pity and a little regret for those who remained
the time is compressed at the starting point
and I wonder why I ran so much
when everything boils down to one step
Let's go!
and I rose up quickly
I nestled in her palm like mother's hand
and rocked by an empty memory
I took the step
smooth and easy

open your eyes let your mind free
and watch the sky
you will see the clouds
wandering slowly
to the end of blue
someday you will follow
same way, far away,
to the end of time
walks without fear
because the light path
knows what you need

I didn't even touch the heel of the frog
I am the most insignificant and invisible man lost in the sea of humanity
my head has no aura, my hands do no miracles
not even my mouth dripped nectar in the ear of silence
I'm such an ordinary man
so that even the definition of the ordinary looked at me strangely
I left the place at the top of the podium
for those who really
he deserves it.
I sink into oblivion
I dress in silence
and look at the sky
he's the only one who doesn't expect anything from me

take my hand
together we can write
another end

the black widow
show forbearance
and the art of seduction

experience does not matter
and nor the desire
she is the expert and you can not escape

today's life is reduced to...
violence in its purest form
physical and verbal.
hatred has reached hellish heights
and everyone is looking for a hiding place
away from the eyes of the one next to them
we are so alone and naked
that even Adam
would cry out of pity for us if he saw us
all I do I love pure love
a flame, a burn
now I am nothing but ashes
and I let the winds carry me
who I was, what I have become
much I may have hidden
but now, it's over.
i give to the wind everything I was
a useless candle
and extinguish myself
in my own way

and I gave. especially I offer love. I was full of love, trickling arround
but I received in return: indifference, reproach and hatred
that's how I found out that this life is a constinous struggle
and I tried to give. with hatred, with thirst
but I got sick
hatred was not for me
I hugged and built a wall arround me
that's the only way that I could deal with evil
and I began to give
an advice or silence
and it was night, and then it was day
and it was good
silence heals

my poetry is dead and I will follow soon
my words haunt
and I can no longer give them their weight

I always thought I was an opener
that I help those around me, with a word, with my presence, with an idea
but everything was just an illusion

at least if I could cry
but my soul is drier than the desert
barren land on which not even the dunes run

I ground the meat of the words, keeping only the shell for the world
my thoughts run wild to nowhere
and yes, my poetry is dead. at least if I had the forgotness