The earth through the horizon,
Covered in sheets of snow,
Shines brighter than the sun
Love that breathes with passion
Radiates brighter than anything imposed

The moon reflected on the water waves
A mountain sliced by clouds
The mist surrounds us everywhere

Sometimes I'd like to cut myself to remind me of ourselves
If I apply pressure to the wound it'll stop bleeding
It's the only way to stop this feeling
It's the closest thing that resembles me embracing to tightly with our fronts softly headbutting.

The flowers of bluish color
Remind me always of sunrise
In days of clear skies
When the sun shines bright
Waking up to your warmness

I look towards the skies
Your image in the clouds,
Like bubbles of my thoughts
Everywhere, with me you come,
Always present in my mind

The mountain dreams and loves
Below, we love each other
And see those many dreams
Seeing, you embrace me tightly
As I kiss you fondly

Today, I feel like embracing you.
Today, I fell like kissing you.
Your lips, soft as cotton and sweet as honey.
My dear Lady I cannot wait.
My nights are hallow,
and my days are shallow.
I yearn for your presence next to me.
With the heat of your body,
With the heat of my body,
them sliding through our sweat.

In the morning I will love you,
and I will kiss you and embrace at noon.
In the evening, looking at your eyes,
I'll caress your lovely [bony] ***, I mean your body.

At night, we can share the sheets,
while underneath the stars,
as She, the moon, hovers over us.

Two bodies together.
Two bodies together go to sleep
with the blessing and presence of the moon
Together we shall wake
when the Sun shines tall and gold, and the skies turn blue.  
As the Russians would say:
я тeбя люблю
(Ya tebya lyublyu)
( I Love You).

Winds travel west to east
Carrying sadness, disappointments with them
But behind come calm winds
Of joy, happiness, and love
To bathe people in them

The air is a romance
It travels south to north, east to west
It carries the fragrance
And sound of a pair of kisses

When I walk under the great mountain,
I hear and receive them

I take my feet walking on the narrow trail,
Breathing the fresh air
That fills my lungs with nature

I sigh, my soul fills with fragrance
And the immense beauty that surround me

I leave my steps behind

From great mountain
It turns into a little mountain,
A hill, then a smaller hill
From where I stand
And look at the horizon

The air taken by the wind
With it, my breath leaves,
Full of kisses and fragrance.

Don't be afraid of your words

What's going on?

Everyone has a story to tell
If newborn babies could talk,
and if I were to interview one
he would have a story to tell.
It's true, i think they would.