May the month of Monsoon
Rain pours all the day
Sun is hidden but this rain feels good

I am laying in my cozy bed
while all my wander thoughts
caressing and harassing to and fro

My thoughts are more likely to stop by
Near an Angel who warms me up
If my world is in a hidden place
Nothing more sweet will ever come close

Crying rain in the month of May
Twenty seven years ago - 15th '89
I have heard an invitation to the Autumn
When my father takes the hand of her bride

Spring - Summer Autumn and this Rain
All made me wander far too away
I am asking nothing from this rain
Mubmbling ' let it be' slow in the way

there is man who wants to live
there was thousand like him
millions - billions like him

no formula has invented
to cut his sins against others

the man keep burning
born from his ash
keep burning

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Not wanting
brings you what you wanting

Little freckles of dust
create big mass

Every time you crucify
be the no one - be the dust

**resuscitate

she tighten the strings
of the violin
for much much lovely
music

I heard violin cries
tone rigid and fragile

violin of the love
never been an instrument

you are broken
anxious - not gifted
God never stood by your side
you fill what you don't have
with images
then you connect all
with your thoughts
you read your suffer
by the pain of thousand others

your skull is cracked so the
knowledge all pass by

then you became a poet