I find it downright admirable
to read the thoughts of ordinary people
which may transpose letters on the sheet,
forming eternal words with magic meanings.
I tend to think there is a hidden power,
because some souls can be healed with good metaphors.

to capture a few seconds
of my sophisticated sense of humor
is not actually a lost.
like when I simply say that sometimes
I get sick of feeling a tremendous fear
when I smile with hidden pain at someone
*who is half way to the death side.

I like seeing kilometers left behind
And smile at rear-view mirror from the left side,
pressing the gas pedal a little harder
to see in the dash board how my car is running faster.

Looking further on my left,
I see cars flying in opposite direction from me,
and it strikes me right away,
next year I'll be on that side of the highway.

I find myself sitting on the bed,
in a quiet of grave,
staring at the empty bag
that lays in front of me
supposed to be already made.
I will let all here, behind.
This thought makes me smile more
Finally, I'm going home.

Maybe we are like tall trees that are burst by the wind from all sides,
But because of those difficulties, they have grown deep roots underground.
Perhaps that’s the all point, to not bend too much until they break,
So they can survive multiple shots of pain.

stand still second that you pass
for me to have a longer kiss, now at the midnight.
you want to go to the next second to sum up,
trust me, I understand that.
I want to do the same with him,
so please,
wait a moment to go further and meanwhile, feel free to dream.
make the time a little long
so I can speak tomorrow about love.
listen to my request and extend yourself
so I can repeat again that action that starts with a bonded kiss.