The tenderness of a tsunami
Is gathering in your eyes,
I don't dare to look in them twice.

I don't know, you know,
I dont know, how to know,
You know.

Can you hear me?
Can we talk?
Can you hear me and can we talk at the same time?

Everything will be better,
For now, it's getting worse.

Is it possible, that you are in deep denial?
- Absolutely not !!!

The right place,
The right time,
The whole momentum
Is totally mine.

There's a castle in the sky,
There's a sky, full of castles,
Which represents a big headache
For any aviation authority.

I assure you, it's not a trap:
For the sake of argument,
Shut up.

Just ignore it.
It's something, going on inside you.
It'll stop, eventually.

You seldom know who is talking inside your head.
Your social life is full of surprises.

The unexpected outcome
Is knocking at the door
To be let in.

It's spring.
Soon, the books will grow new pages.

Run, rabbit, run,
You will have your fun,
And you'll find your carrot
On the long run.

The red-light district
Is flickering,
Don't be very strict
And stop bickering.

Go on the cliff,
Suspend your disbelief
And fly to everywhere.

Sleeping on a regular basis is just a middle-class conventionalism.
Not sleeping at all is like an avant-garde that never sleeps.

By the rivers of Babylon,
I will go,
To make an original selfie.

First, it didn't matter,
But then it did, and did again,
Until somebody noticed
That it was only Dark Matter.

The problems, you know,
Come and go,
Well, some of them stay,
In which case, you should go,
If you may.

I am fine,
Like a flatline.

Every other day,
In every other way,
On some other horse,
I will ride away
Into the following day.

You and I,
We are napping together,
Like two birds of a wonderful feather.

My dear, you are a deity,
That isn't yet included
In any thesaurus.

I conveyed to you my feelings
And you gave me your words,
It was a fair exchange,
So I thought at the moment,
But now I want to feel again,
I don't want to talk,
I want to feel my pain.

The casualty of clothing
Is separating me somehow
From where I would rather be,
But I don't know any details
And how I should dress myself?

The emptiness is looking at you
With a lot of love.

Keep your enemies close to your friends
And enjoy your free time.

I'm ok with my social role,
But I'm wondering: on the whole,
Is it still my soul,
Or just a shabby street of converted warehouses?

You are my pinkish creature,
And I mean it as a very tender compliment.

The intensity of my feelings
Propelled me to the next level
Of something incredibly tense.

Let's return to our problems,
They have summoned the courage for us.

You told me to put a couple of details in my lines,
So I put a pizza, an elephant, a cupboard of my grandmother,
A yesterday's forecast of Irish weather,
I put and described all this together,
But you are still full of criticism.

I am a very serious person,
And your laughing is very disturbing,
Please be serious.

"Who are you?"
Is the most tricky question
I had ever to master.

Give it a time,
A bit of time,
For the whole to come crushingly down.

Sounds and lights,
Fights and delights,
Broads and tights,
Skies.

Threat or promise,
It's your choice,
Tell me, and I'll give it to you.

I wanted to **** myself, but by mistake took a bottle of probiotics.
Now my suicide is hampered by an extremely good digestion.

A smile is like an exit
Out of the room,
Where you don't really want to be.

Being happy in a public place,
To be amazed and to amaze
Someone in the same place.

We are turning pages only because we're watched,
In a blurry sight of our lives,
We are offering an occasional vision.

I am a proud owner
Of very strange feelings.

It is nice, it is so nice,
To be happy, yes, to be happy,
Nothing else is comparably nice.

A lot of things
Are not quite fair,
Of which we are
All too aware.

Please,
Be dreamy and look at me with a genuine curiosity.

There are different types of rain.
All of them are wet.

I am running down the streets,
I am going up the sky,
I am probably high.

It was an early morning. A fitful rain was slightly going up...
- Wait, wait! A rain can't go up, it can only be falling down!
- ... Ok, you stickler. It was an early morning. A fitful rain of rather traditional orientation was also there.

If I am not the one,
If we are not together,
I'll be your biggest fan
And they'll arrest me for stalking.

Take me out of my thoughts,
Take me out of my head,
Take me to a comfortable bed,
Make me happy, healthy and mad.