Who invented the nothingness?
Could they invent it back?
There's too much of it.

Who invented the words?
Who linked them together?
Why nobody was stopped right away?

Who is it? Is it you?
- I am not sure.
- Sounds interesting. Come in.

Why are you hiding from me,
But I still see you everywhere?
You are not good at hiding, are you?

Why are you not talking?
- I 'm smiling back. It's my talking.

Why should somebody like me
Like somebody like you?

Will it be you,
Will it be me,
Will it be us?

Winter came,
It's cold now,
Let's wait.

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.

With a huge satisfaction
And profound relief
I just finished inspection
Of the current location
For my clothes and things.
After the yesterday's night
I slept very tight
And woke up on somebody's couch,
Having a headache... Ouch!

Without giving me any choice,
Your seemingly innocuous voice
Is making me feel oddly hot and bothered.

Without music,
I would be a mistake.

Witty dialogues
Are the first sign
Of a growing anxiety.

I like words,
Words are nice,
But there is a price,
For too many words.

Words are nice,
I like words,
They are my friends, of sorts.

Words are not your friends,
They are your allies, but not friends,
So keep your distance.

Sometimes, words are not enough.
You have to make sentences with them, too.

Words are powerless
To describe
The morning silence.

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

Words, once said, stay,
Thoughts stay too,
Only people go.

Would you like to come up for a coffee?
- (smiling) Just a coffee?
- A good coffee is never just a coffee!

No doubts are on my mind,
No clouds are in my soul,
I'm whole.

Nothing is overrated,
Nothing is exaggerated,
There was no fun.
But it's done.

Tell me everything:
Who is alive,
Who is dead,
Who has never lived, but is very nice to imagine.

Yellow sun, blue sky,
Yellow sand, blue ocean,
Yellow-blue storm of emotions.

Yellow is a colour of craziness,
Blue is a colour of sky,
I look in my window, and oh my,
I only see yellow, very yellow sky.

Yes,
You are playing the part,
But finally,
It's not your story.

Yes, it's a *******,
But it's a happy *******,
While you are looking sad.

Yesterday,
I will forget about tomorrow.

Yesterday is gone,
There is no tomorrow,
But today is all over the place.

Yesterday I was afraid,
Today I am scared,
But slightly curious about tomorrow.

You always can be something,
You always can be something,
You always can be something,
Or even something else.

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

You and whose army
Will wash those dishes?
Just tell me.

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

You are a fool,
Your glass is never full,
Your box of problems never empty.

You are alive, if something called "a new situation" is possible by the flow of time and by the laws of nature.

You are always fit
To do your little bit,
Just do it.

You are beautiful.
It's just...
You are ugly, too.

You are doing everything alright,
You are just beautiful,
If it continues like this,
I will have to **** myself.

You are driving me crazy
In a weird car.

You are here, my love,
You are asking me: "Well?",
And I'm happy, as hell,
But stupidly say nothing.

You are looking amazing,
I'm telling you,
You are looking amazing,
And I'm maybe too lazy
To have other words than "amazing",
But you are looking amazing,
And I love you.

You are looking at me lovingly,
Like at some idiot,
Who is well-meaning and not dangerous.

You are my everlasting quick fix,
I just hope, that you are quite legal.

You are my shelter from the rain,
Once more, again and once again,
Without rain and after rain.

You are my spring,
I am your water diviner,
Let's hide and seek.

You are not funny,
You are real,
And do not panic.

You are punished.
- For what?
- For not believing in punishment.

You are right, however
You are always too clever,
And that's why never happy.