We are born
To make weird and wonderful translations
Of this world.

Can you please,
Can you please,
Can you please
Let it be,
Like it is?

We are some strange fellows,
As I am like your penguin
And you are my heated pillow.

We are crossing deserts,
We are crossing forests,
We are crossing lawns,
We are stopping to mow the lawns.

Face the music and face the monsters,
Better yet, play the music to them.

Not to want anything,
Not to think anything,
Is there a light in this tunnel?

Secrets aren't disappearing,
We are.

Fate is highly understood,
Weirdness appreciated.

Words in a good poem must be friends with each other.
Through an occasional stroke of genius, they become friends with benefits.

I don't know,
I'm not a wonder-woman,
I just think.

Things are slipping through windows
And are coming back,
In another shapes, at another times.

All spaces should be secluded
From each other,
All problems come from overlapping spaces.

Souls on edge
Are alone and waiting.

Your words don't have any letters,
Put the letters back, please.

dynamic and dramatic,
dynamic and dramatic,
dubious and fake,
dynamic and dramatic...

hell are the others,
who inhabit you.

This really can't be too often stated:
The modern art consists of two parts,
The better one is overlooked,
The other one is overrated.

Most people are good in heart and honest in their intentions.
Unfortunately, only the Almighty and con artists know that.

Do you love me?
- Oh, I'm so excited about you!
- Ermm... I'd like you love me as well.
- How exciting!

I don't know.
- It doesn't matter.
- Oh, now I know.
- It still doesn't matter.

The question "Who did you have to sleep with,
To make your marriage work?"
Is not stupid, not stupid at all.

I am afraid
That my thoughts
Would fall into a wrong mouth.

Once, just in one go,
I invented a time mashine, and forgot about it,
Time flows, you know.

it's a crazy story
inside of another crazy story,
which is absolutely crazy.

the only apparent blessing
from the higher quarters
are clouds.

The comedies of our life
Are ripe to go rogue
And become dramas.

Anyone can blush,
Every suitable minute,
You try to look mean,
And mean it.

Fate doesn't understand,
What VIP means.

Witty dialogues
Are the first sign
Of a growing anxiety.

Don't worry, you'll be just fine.
- How do you mean?
- Sorry, what?

We are all beautiful,
It's just some outdoors
Have this ugly strain.

I can't do it,
I could,
But I can't.

Sorry, I don't have any data available.
- What does it mean?
- I don't love you anymore.

"Back to normal " is an optimistic assumption
Of existence of an entity
Under this name.

I might be some illegal immigrant
From Slovenia,
For all I know.

In this year,
Which is quite rot,
I'm scared,
Why not?

The day I will go mad,
It'll be a very nice walk
In a great company.

I am sinking, clearly,
I am sinking deep,
I think.

Take a stone and throw it into your future,
Let it fly through the years,
And, who knows, maybe even decades or centuries,
As our medical coverage is getting so much better,
Come to think of it, let it for ever fly.

Have a walk,
Breath the air,
Laugh a lot,
Get back and do all the stuff you were procrastinating.

Our neighbour is still missing, a poor ***,
He just went into a sunset,
And that's it.

A lot of years from now,
When some muesli for breakfast will be my morning ***,
I will tenderly think about your buttocks
And our beautiful know-how.

If it's ok with you,
Let's live and let's die together,
A million years from now,
By a suitable weather.

The autumn rains are queuing to the poets,
To be described, and nostalgically loved.

I would like to pay you my feelings,
Which are true and incredibly deep,
But I also want a receipt.

I went out for a walk and I was quickly told,
That I wasn't walking, but rather lurking,
So in fact I went for a lurk.

The handkerchief is an evidence of crime,
The handkerchief is apparently mine,
So I better investigate this crime.

Are you serious?
- Yes, I am serious. I am always serious.
- (both are bursting from laugh).

Dali's landscapes are bare facts,
Mapped and signed off,
Swapping each other's colours.

In this world
You have to be told,
So goes an anonymous telling.