On the winding serpent rolls of the streets between yellow and faded faces, I might know you if I want to: My selfishness and attachment keeps me alive for the time being! Where did you leave your beautiful flower-smile? And the degraded standards of villages stretching in the fertile lap of valleys? - the romantic moment of unification on the crested ledge of wind-torn rocks, in which the purple-roses of our lips fill the essence of immortality? "Now how much would I ask you;" here nestled in the eloquent silence of mountains, amidst yawning omissions, self-mutilating tears!

Behind me, the wounded twilight had just exploded. I stood more and more half-heartedly, and aimlessly, because I was shocked at the sober disappointment at the sight of your Judas kisses that you handed out at noon! How jealous would I have been? Come on! When the vulnerable need was pressing and I would have needed someone to whom I could speak, and because between the spit on the eyes, no one could really know and present only you!

"You will realize it once again when I stand before you, and you have to decide with your conscience: How to proceed?" Can coexistence still conceive? I can't answer! At most I can only feel for you, the fundamental right of a responsible decision belonged to you! "And now I'm thinking in a self-righteous way as a series of grumbles: What if you had humility in front of your feet?"

I would bow to the Essence: Irreversible, and unquestionable; What was so perfect about your other Knight in Adonis that in the depressing kiss-fire flame you completely melted and gave up your common sense ?! "Perhaps if you become a parent once and then you will understand," the broken, broken heart beats differently, it feels - the attachment of immortal Faith is never a trite flame, a foggy sanctification