An elephant and a mouse
Bought together a house,
The elephant couldn't get in,
The mouse got lost in the huge house.

An elephant was tired,
He sat down in the forest
And crushed a megapolis of ants into oblivion.

A new blossom
Of an old soul
Is evergreen.

Don't let angels get too human. That would make them happy and then it would **** them.

I'm making a nice scrapbook of my decisions,
My feelings, my hopes, my personal life.
I'm still on the first page.

An intensity, a closeness and a directness
Of making these scrambled eggs with you together
Is the best point so far.
Well, we'll see.

An interesting historical fact:
The russian intelligentsia was quite fond of mayonnaise,
Apparently it helped to think about the World Revolution.

An inviting look of a toxic fog on your face
Stopped me from a further manifestation
Of my thoughts and feelings.

I'm looking for an island with a nice house, calm lights and some occasionally laughing people not far away. Nothing fancy, really.

We know that the life is short, but still we imagine it like an eternity. And so any problem we have become in our mind an eternal problem. Even if it's just a pending dentist appointment.

An occasional scream is quite helpful,
To concentrate on thing,
To keep curious children busy elsewhere.

An occasional ***
Could be a nice occasion
For a lot of else.

Answers are never about questions,
Answers are always about us.

You never wanted to finish it,
And today you finally  understood
That you never started anything.

Any life is life-driven,
Any word is confusing,
Any rhythm is not even.

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

Any straight line
Is pointless.

Anything go,
But only with chosen things,
A flying crow
Will be the missing link.

Anything under the rain
Is so much better
As the dry version of pain.

Any thinking is optional, weird and not necessary. Once the thinking takes over, they will soon have a civilisation, recycling issues and whatever else they might happen to be thinking about.

Anyway,
Don't go to sleep,
Before going crazy
In a good way.

A pale blue sky
Is always mine,
It will be my sky,
Forever.

A pause, a silence,
A deafening noise,
Once again, a little pause.

A politician is someone,
Whose ****** expression
Is basically his profession.

Apparently, you can't walk away from yourself,
But you can come back to you,
Shouldn't this be a comforting thought?

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

The sky is looking at us from a safe distance.

"Sorry, you have to face it", I'm telling to my mirror every morning.

If you think that you love me, I love your way of thinking.

Everything is strange, nothing is unusual.

What is fiction?
Fiction is love.

A rainy Christmas
Came and gone,
The year's moan.

"To be or not to be?" is never a relevant question.
"What's going on and why I'm here?" is a better one.
There aren't any answers to both of them, of course.

"I love you" is the worst opening line, by the way.

This world around me is a total mess. I'd like to speak to the manager.

Are you my friend,
Or just a friendly stranger,
I wonder.

Are you selling stuff,
Are you buying stuff,
Are you doing stuff?

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

are you sure,
it's already October,
are you sure of that?

Are you sure you woke up this morning?
Wasn't it someone else?
Was it really today?

A robot and a rainbow,
What an unlikely love story.

A rumour appeared around the kitchen
And rapidly spread into the house,
Where it eventually died out,
As nobody was home.

It was a very sad ***,
Nearly in a fetal position.

As an armchair traveller
I went everywhere,
Before I broke my armchair.

As a Roman citizen,
I demand justice done by Caesar,
Before I wake up.

A sense of personal insufficiency is something that can grow an fill you completely.

As far as I know,
It's currently "no"
But finally "yes".

As friends go,
Some never come back.

As I always say,
Sometimes, it's never.

A silence,
Suddenly,
Just breathing
Is apparently still there.

A simple poem
Can knock you out
Through a sheer love.

As I understand,
I'm not getting it.

There is is a slim line
Between an idiot
And somebody with an awkward sence of humour.