Waving a flag on the battlefield,
Your beautiful hair in memory.

In your body burning as I need light
Your cheek from the pink flame.
Every time I think of you,
I was shaking again, I couldn't see it.
I fill the ashes in every letters, these
kiss, that thing burned into me.
Words I could not find to write for you
has been buried for centuries in solitude.
Crumbling thoughts falling,
in the fire of silence.
Let someone came, my heart
and watch me in the dust.
I will not bury any of your breath,
in my arms I will smother the pulse ...
                 Dead, breathless, with my soul
to give and take my life.

Silence,
   Resistance,
   And sound
   within me it is still.

   Lurking ...
   Keep safe

   Silence.
   Life is a bewilderment,
   helplessness itself.

   Silence.
   A prayer

I close my eyes and take you here,
I am lost in your brown eyes ...

I close my hands and I feel your body,
My breath take in your every breath.
You are the sea, I am a small harbor
In the waves whispers your hair, somewhere I live ...

Far away,
listening to the waves on the boat,
I call your name again and again before the dawn.

But the hour comes and it’s night, I find to a quiet corner to hear myself reason, think to write — a sort of secret passion.

On the crowded street in holiday day
The day she met him.
She remember she invited him to celebrate
The day people waving flags,
run, laugh ...
all day up and down
marching friends.

Because it was dusk,
she suggest staying at home
to continue the celebration.
It was accepted.
They were celebrate homeland until morning.

The morning has gone,
He left, and he found her again
on Gorky street from the beginning
“My homeland”, He said,
“I need you”
and “I love you”.
“Yes”, She said
“I'm ready in every sacrifice "
And then
they get married.

Time passed, he was disappeared.
She always finding him
on the same path.
He never remembered her in the morning.
Only in the evening, like midnight
she was worried,
she sleep one bed in her arms
He still left
more and more ...

At least that's ways he appearance
when she was over years
She quit looking for him.
Waited him in the darkness alone, to look
He also stopped lying down
every night ...

And one night he never go home again ..
She did not find out when the door opened ...
Then she closed the door.
She stand before her whole life
a dream of the past, forgotten dreams ...
She tired to cry on her knees,
She stepped into the chest and locked it.