give me one color to me from your picture
for hidden
where is come my empty heart
only your colors was for my eyes of drunk

a rope
where
sewn eyes
target to be
when needed
a magnet
pulls

every time

return
from deaf gates
empty-handed

silently
shadows filtered
from the darkness

sometimes
decomposes colors
from the lights

need hide anything now
from the heart
difficult even if when we burying to all our loved

they were looking at the same landscape
guys talking about different topics

they were climbing the same trail
feels different fears men

the women were seen the same dream
they took different meaning

the spirit let me
my soul will keep
with extraordinary grip

the day brought us what
strecth out your hands
with extraordinary grip

so you'll hear stories
your from mind won't go
with extraordinary grip

and each end
will be reflected as a movie
with extraordinary grip

unlees you
was a shadow
when the sun went down that

go

the loneliness of a shipwreck
cold deep waves inside
doesn't anyone in the news
everything remained on the surface

hits my weakest spot
my balance is broken already
I am walking outside the line
unsuspecting Rainbow

benighted speechess of time
watching black clouds
deeply  shakes the earth
scary cat screams

everything at this table replaces

to the air smelling
the noise of the fox
law of the jungle

curtain closed
what will change
in the last stage

change rols
never knows
currently you least expect

repeatedly as blows

to be lawn
be crushed

to be water
be *****

water and lawn
be happy together

deep runoff
the surface is calm

sandstorms
cancellation of eyes
now hand procedure

peak climb
last break
destination
misty sometimes

the power's of the flood
none that can resist

the shadow of a tree
lucky finds
in the middle of the desert

the man said the fishes
they love the water too much
the death of separation from the water for them

same lovesicks

time is fastest Bowman
captures more step without taking

look

I doesn't want a reward
the height of the mountains are seen with the naked eye

there is one thing for sure
however,old wine is quality

I drew zigzag always
not by road
by you

my alcoholic soul
not for you
for everything

misty stories
I know back on the streets
you can read
on wall writings

author unknown

painful endings
I know in the dark blind alleys
you can read
in the newspapers

unknown murders

chain of heart
or
the shackles of the foot

which one is heavier

lightning in the sky
or
redness of the eyes

which more is scary

very noisy places
or
desolate deserts

which is more undesired

heart searches for a third road
best in the middle of everything

when you cross the bridge full
the attack begins
for this reason,the caravan is always slow

diffuse colors in my eyes
one day they will be erased
they will be like colorless water
returnees  essence people

why we cry out
is the fire extinguished by skinny water

why we fear
from life as a scary movie

why we cool down
suddenly from everything

we'll wonder why
what is certain is the end

I hide
            in memories
                                    treasures

When I want to seen
                                     it jewels

While I look is alone

-I wrote my love on a wall
I looked at the wall the other day
another written-

dry land does waits for rain
the clouds don't know
so facts

the last horse is gone
my heart is empty town
the wind blows through the grass
a rebellious exclaims now
angry in the desert streets

he tired will fall

crazy

leafless trees
maybe knows
silent heart

fragile a bat
still no count Dracula
people who are not nourished by blood

but they are blood shebud in vain

a strange wind blew
even the clouds was suprised what they will do
not in hand some things
a fait accompli my dear
so
live is similar to the tale

you should ask the people the a tight punch
real awakening
walking on a narrow path to people
goat's stubbornness
in fact,it is difficult to endure
but road map
draw is not a problem but perform
headache

which lie understood late
we didn't want to know
it is not always true,our need
is asked to lie sometimes

maybe you didn't need a magic wand
forty locked doors to open

if you believed in the spell of words...

suspicious waves
at least as much as you
shore and I expect
until the storm breaks

who knows behind
maybe there is death

we could not find the consistency of life
we did not even realize
every evening the prepares wait for us

when moon rising
find me
in darkness and desolation
the lake is quiet  and calm
like me
come without breaking the silence
no wind
trees like sculpture
motionless fishes

caught fit
to keep the peace
stay silent

moment freeze in this table

the world of the turtle's
their bark
long life

if  you wake from a nightmare
give me a hug not to your pillow
even thought I am not near
you feel with all the warmth of my love

it throws us into the abyss
our heart
we won't die
even vorse

now the living dead

to deeper pulls
we take breathing difficult
occurs in the brain damage
we lives vaguely

we can't live without passion

I saw such surfaces
when it is very calm
the bottom waves are too harsh

rope don't need
when playing real puppets

everyone witness

without water in the well
to be a bucket
sometimes this life

yesterday night to my window
the quest of memories
low-light in my room
loneliness

like a footstep
uncertain in the dark
a cat on the stairs
cheeky

a knife doesn't  cut it until to your eyes
blood doesn't flow,but severe wounds

load doesn't force until your words
if you understand,would you be damaged

never knew what is in my heart
I was concealing you from you,my love

it is not a fad
beetle August said
song can't live without

fuzzy logics
the only way people searches
however,there are the hidden passageways
until we can't see with the naked eye

dream becomes reality ,the universe surprise for our

around in a fire
while warming up,our hands
between sparks
our dreams was to fly very

we don't understand how was passed
it is fastest our days

good things
delayed
wrong order
who was said

distorted faces
appeared
at all don't see
false mirrors
life transformed into legend

my calendar is free
I sail in vast water
you are in deep sleep
when the time comes
you will understand
sleeping is half dead

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if a spark falls
to my dark loneliness
tomorrow another burn sun
to my profound wounds

happens beyond reality

each leaves a trail of destruction
there are cities are deleted in history
desolate,misty,gloomy at view now

a nightmare of death for everything
especially when it comes from heavy weapons