There was a time when I have been bored about the clouds that ruined the words and sold my own witnessed eyes to the world of nothing...
you were on the other side where my mind did not reach ever to your hands open to hug and your lips fresh to kiss and your eyes full of joy and smile
Today I am here near dear clear
with you who are beyond never

Love me, love me, love me so much
Hug me, hug me, hug me and touch
Let me begin again again
Dancing dancing under the rain
You are the one, the only one
You are the soul, the soul of sun
Fill me with your thunder again
Begin dancing under the rain
ٍEnrich my heart with joy and joy
With no coyness for such a boy
We pass the time with no cry
We dance again with no try
The world is yours, and you the world
I tell the tale never been told
Love me, love me, love me so much
Hug me, hug me, hug me and touch

Infected white clouds
insouciant, unconcerned people
earning from each other
living for themselves
thinking happy and the world so!
Dreaming the lost paradise or with no dream at all!
You may be glad of yourself,
but I am not in the same way!
I am against my own!
against the unhappy mind of my brothers!
against the love with just L, O, V and E, with no heartbeat!
It was simple at first;
Just you with your innocent eyes
Just me with my fresh smiles!
...

A sense of nostalgia
among the melancholy of expectancy in the world of tiredness
who knows me now
in this evaporated yellow rooms and halls?!
let me show you a plain memory
some simple photos
not so old
just one day or less, if  you seek the age:
my frozen body
fired in love
and I felt her again in bay.
A sense of nostalgia

Google my heart
A whirlwind of hazard reminiscent
An open door with no entry
Trace of dazzling nights
With crowded failed lovers
Google my words
On the first day of the first line of the first tale
Prepared for the most dangerous game
Girls with warm eyes
Boys with great arms
Farewell to war
Hello to peace
With no idea
With no future
Just like an unfrozen hope
To hug the last remained love...

The walls are covered with your pictures, the music spells your words, and the old Jacket on the chair smells you;
But the letters of your name calls me from the second shelf of the books, between the lines! Echoing life; conquering the walls and everything in the world.
Your name within the lines of the second shelf escapes from the intellect to madness; from the obscure to fearless; from doubt to dream;
The fire of your arms; it is just a sign that gives me life out of breath, without thirst, without drink, without shelter;
I am still in touch to discover your lovely name between the lines within the second shelf!

Again I am here
Reporting the sole horrible fear
Not for the forbidden fire
Of last and melted love
But the tired soul of nonsense
Fired in your fired fire

Again I am here
Under the sea of my dear
With numerous frozen mountains
Curious deserts of unknown
And those cold eyes
Finished, dead and buried!

I need more time
To describe the Only
To explain the Pain
To excavate the Veil of your face
To find beauty and brutality
That is under your foot!
That is under your shirt!
That is under your mind!