It stands to reason,
That there must be
Last tomatoes of the season.
But I love them so much,
I can't bear seeing them go like this.

For every soul
There is one underground,
To be lost and found, to be lost and found.

Between the end and the beginning
You try to find this ****** meaning.

There are many words,
But only one silence,
In so many worlds
So few senses.

From your point of view,
In a moment or few,
I'm further away than ever.

What took you so long?
What's left of you now?

I'm waiting for you with bells,
Books and candles,
Just to make you wonder.

I throw my sandbags
Into your ocean,
Unexpectedly, it works.

In a desert,
Every road
Is a road
Out of the desert.

Don't look into the eyes of the monster,
You won't like your reflection in them.

It's touching,
Don't touch it.

A foolishness is something I can feel every morning waking up.
Then I'm normally having a distracted thinking or musing, which is a favourite pass-time of our Universe.
You know, pieces and bits, until it fits.
At some point a feeling comes, that the closure is coming to get me or ask me for the last time:
"Make love, or at least sense".
Well, I am surrounded by love with question marks!
So, don't take me, seriously.
Anyway, in life you only have to know what to stop, and then you should stop it. That's it, really.
The next message,coming to me, will be even more clear: "Reality wants back to you".
Just one last thought before giving in to it:" Love is a tricky business with some weird schemes for overzealous investors".

On every possible map,
In every possible town,
Sun is going up
And then it's going down.

Once upon a time
I was fine.

It is a small wonder and a big surprise,
After old nightmares to see a new sunrise.

Tomorrow I will wake up and look at this world, totally bewildered.
I just know that.

In this world,
Friends and enemies are about a right timing or a bad timing,
Or because there wasn't time at all.

The outside blossom
And your bossom
Are both awesome.

I went fishing and the fishing was good,
I came back full of fish,
With an ocean behind,
With a peace of mind.

The archeology doesn't bother with tattoos. That's why we'll never know, whether dinosaurs had them.

When, being in a hot bath, you see a tiny 42 floating through the steam, don't make any loud noises or splashes. Let it settle down, let it talk.

Sometimes, a good beer is more than a good beer, but even then it's still a good beer.

Naked people are often quite weird, in a odd way.

I'm not going to make
Any mistake,
I'll be perfect, like a robot from the future.

come to me, my dear, come to me,
don't let me discover
what I could do without you.

Too late was yesterday,
Today is once again too early.

I like your spectacles,
I love your smile,
It's all in style.

There are three most difficult things:
- to believe
- to decide
- to sleep.
But you succeed in one of them, the other two are self-runners.

When in Rom, do as the Romans do, -
Ask yourself, what are you doing there.

In a relaxed way
I'll come to you,
And I will stay.

"To be or not to be?" is never a relevant question,
"What's going on and why I'm here?" is a better suggestion.
There isn't any answer to both of them, would be worth of mention.

It was boring, at times it was tough,
But you helped me with my stuff,
And I thank you.

People are strange,
You are normal,
What does it say about you?

I made up my mind and now
I'm going out
Of my mind.

The post-covid time
Will be yours and it will be mine,
But will it be our time?

There's always something
With our souls.
I mean, we don't break legs
All that often.
But here we are,
With our constantly broken souls.

Having said this,
Having done that,
Let me just go mad.

Can you be the voice in my head?
And then, can you be the voice in my sleep?
And then, can you be me?
And then, can you leave me forever alone?

Saint Valentine
Is happy, is fine,
Because you're mine.

It's difficult to sleep without you,
With you, it's rather impossible.

a miracle
is always around the corner,
wherever you turn,
it's right behind your back.

My feelings for you
Can't be forecast,
They can't be transmitted,
They cannot be faxed.

The sky isn't responsible for your feelings and stuff,
For all you know, the sky has its own issues,
And therefore, you have to be tough,
Without using too many tissues.

Too many people don't think,
Too many people don't understand,
And a huge amount of people wrongly think, that they understand.

Till the end, from the beginning,
There is barely meaning.
Probably, after the end.

In order to be fair,
I love you,
You love me,
Where do we go from there?

Coffee makes me human, completing the evolutionary chain,
Let's have fun,
Let's do taxes
With deadlines and deductions,
Without the usual pain.

It was a good thinking,
Despite a bad feeling
And catastrophic result.

The Moon put a poker face,
To look at the Earth
With a steady pace.

The situation is difficult,
But only you can make it desperate.

Very stressful was yesterday,
Today is unbearably calm.

In order to proceed,
Do it.

there is nothing,
that could stop me
from not doing it.