Sleep with me, my love
between the still life that with redundant art
and more of this love,
a rag of civilization.

In your hands miraculously becomes
the best of night costume.
Each centimeter theme of hurtful heart,
double embroidered wound closed ..
of your finger, our light removed
Two white moons for your children
lighting the last time, revelations of the world.

Sleeping with the fairies, fairytales
The magic was solved, the dream was better,
Daughter of spring, Son of summer!

In the morning, knee time
Will burn every key and key
and my old face.
The prison of my mirror smashed.

Desolate,
like an empty beach,
Loneliness nesting ...
that the sea to bring

And gentle night
comfort and pain,
as If lighting all the candles
Sun wreath becomes Death arrow

And in the context of joyful world
sweet like the moon,
white body
   sad dress ...

And like a beautiful dead
like sleeping,
the shroud is light,
I was burned but remembered ...

Goodbye silently,
quietly as the poison
on lips the snow between …
Without killing anything poisoning everything.
A giant spider - called “Wait”
wrap your victim in cocoon
By providing an easy dinner
in the desert.
Children of the night, with distant star eyes
to carve a dream in the middle of nowhere,
That dream did not belong.

The sky in your eyes beautifies your soul
Relax the wings when you scream in the sound of your heart,
and I can hold it in your arms.

In your hair every anxiety is sleeping,
fear is extinguished when I touch and touch
Oh, on my fingers eager to travel
wildly, that calls me to appear.

And if I fall and fall on you,
I will become a storm on the shore,
scattered on the sand spread out
to burn your feet in silence.

I will become a sun, rain to ask you
clouds to drink and hide
the sweet tears that burn your belly
From the hills of life to death.

That, your eyes are a ticket for me
to participate in the places praised,
in the sky my wings spread out
and the only thing I ask, is to return to earth.