If when you look around you see amiss
And think that evil everywhere now lies,
Instead of mountain, you watch the abyss
For sure you have a problem with your eyes.
If in the glass you look with a sad face
And half the water really cannot find,
Because you see only the empty space,
Its obvious the void is in your mind.
If you don't care that people are in pain
Convinced that suffering is in control,
When you don't see the sun, but the cold rain
That means the death is present in your soul.
This world is really very bleak and sad
If man is pessimistic, sick or mad.

Will Shakespeare wrote nice sonnets for us all,
Because he loved a young man from his heart
And so do I, as if I hear his call,
But I prefer the woman cute and smart.
The blonde, brunette or brown-haired, I don't care,
Tall, short or thin or sometimes even fat,
The woman with a soul as light as air,
And with a mind as lively as a cat.
Too bad that Shakespeare died long time ago
I bet he would have liked to be his friend,
Because I write the way he used to show,
So that the lines may shine for years on end.
Both I and Shakespeare share the same good views
For love is our dear and holy muse.

The letters – twenty six – are rather few,
But words are many and around they swirl,
They're like the dew drops moon is shining through,
Which glitter in the night like beads of pearl.
And all these words long sentences can form
Or phrases even longer and refined,
Which sometimes seem to us like a wild storm,
But other times they are so nice and kind.  
And boring lectures quickly start to flow
Or other more inspired and sublime,
Which in a while will be forgotten though
For they can't be remembered all the time.
The stream of words becomes a waterfall,
But lovers say „I love you” and that's all.

The poverty is an appalling thing,
Hard to describe in words too good and kind,
But it is also bad to be a king
And have a needy soul and a poor mind.
Because the world will lose any appeal
You eat and drink and cherish what is dear,
But you forget that Time will turn the wheel
And all your wealth in air will disappear.
So, when you face the Judgment in the end
Weeping and begging mercy on your knees
You will not be permitted to ascend,
Because in life you let your heart to freeze.
Then, it is better that your soul to nurse
Instead of putting money in the purse.

A walnut fallen on a narrow lane
Seemed very nice and tempting, so to speak,
That four black crows descended, I maintain,
To grab it with their long and pointed beak.
But one of them, for sure, had much more luck
And took advantage of the stir and fight,
And while avoiding to be caught and struck
Seized the small nut and hastily took flight.
After a while, it flew down to the ground,
Because the other crows gave up the chase,
Then cracked the nut and baffled looked around,
For it was hollow in its inner space.
That's why in life I have this wondrous creed,
Both husk and core should be refined, indeed.

My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
She's like a down that gathers in a pile,
Because she's sensitive and pure and light,
But if the wind starts blowing for a while,
Then she gets scared and suddenly takes flight.
On our Earth, love is a little shy,
People have lost their meaning and are bad,
They are attached only to things that lie,
Love for some time, and then they all get mad.
But I respect my mistress, she's sublime,
I'll be her slave until the end of time.

I think I'm feeling better, more mature,
Than how in my whole life I've ever been,
But maybe it's too soon to tell for sure
That I have found my essence deep within.
Because I may be weak and uncontrolled
And this deceptive world keeps me in chains
Or by my nature I may be too bold
And, although small, I want to hold the reins.
Yet, if I say I'm good, I do not boast
And how are other people, I don't care,
For maybe I have sinned in life the most,
But now I'm like a flower fresh and fair.
All people are good-natured and alert,
But diamonds are deep buried in the dirt.

Desire, hesitation, arduous quest
Long waiting and great pain that we're apart,
But fate is harsh, although I do my best,
It doesn't want my love to reach your heart.
So you remain mysterious, unknown,
And even if I try to see your face
You're far away and I stay all alone,
Hoping to feel the warmth of your embrace.
If I could fly like seagulls in the sky
And see like fish in waters dark, profound,
I'd understand what method to apply
To bring you here, to know that you're around.
Alas, I don't have wings to soar and fly
That's why I hope that you will hear my cry.

I look at you amazed, my dearest one,
And our eyes meet furtively and starved
Your gaze is hot, as a majestic sun,
And in my chest my heart is struggling hard.
I'd like to speak, however I feel dumb,    
As if my mind were weary and upset,
I feel I know you as I know my thumb,  
And maybe in another life we met.
I fear to blink lest you should fly away
Or my sweet dream should lose its blazing flame,
So, we both wait a sign, a shining ray,
But you look down embarassed, fool of shame.
And then I hear a voice in the blue sky:
”You are the man, it's up to you to try!”.

I'm Adam, you are Eve, the fairest one,
My other half and I would say the best,
Your body's slim, your eyes burn like a sun
And your good heart beats deep into my chest.
Even though many people are around,
Living on our planet day and night
We are two standards, lovely and profound,
Because from Paradise we took the light.
But one bad day, a cunning serpent came
And tricked you, for alone you used to roam,
I couldn't stop you, what an awful shame,
And thus we lost the heavens, our home.
That's why we live today without a goal,
As if we were two halves of a split soul.

I gently stroke your long and silky hair
And then I kiss your lips, tasting their must,
Your prying ******* fall into my snare,
And I can see them rising full of lust.
I touch them with the greatest care and love
My hand caressing your amazing *******,
Your cheeks are flushed, I see them from above,
Because your body on its back now rests.
My hand goes down, your thigh is burning hot
Full of desire, I'm prepared to sin
And we make love, because you want a lot
And moan and dig your nails into my skin.
Oh, what a rapture, what a bliss, what fun,
When two hearts beat as if they were just one!

You are Pandora, curious and fool,
Who had to guard a box as you thought fit
And our life was beautiful and cool,
When you did not intend to open it.
And yet, one day, your sharp and greedy eye
Wanted to look inside for jewels and rings,
But when you opened it began to fly
Around our heads a lot of ugly things.
That's why we hurried out into the world
To look for them, to search them with our gaze,
Yet we were hit by the strong wind that swirled
And wiped away our nice and sunny days.
Too bad you had a mean and lousy scope,
Now in the box is only the poor hope.

The moon is exquisite in the warm night,
And from the sky she easily can see
I am surrounded by her silver light
And her cold ray is now enticing me.
Without a voice, she calls me all the time
To fly and reach her full of bliss profound
I smile at her, because she is sublime,
But my true love is near me, on the ground.
For long ago, a girl of noble birth,
I've heard that fell in love with Morning Star,
Because she didn't want a dear on Earth...
Her story was unhappy and bizarre.
But I prefer my sweetheart every day,
Because she's here, the moon is far away.

St. John baptized with water, we all know,
And taught us how to pray and to repent,
But few can drink his words, which since then flow,
For no one wants to live with the head bent.
With his wild nature and his gloomy mood
He carried out his mission to the end
And scolded people as much as he could,
Because he wanted all to comprehend.
The sinners, being scared to let him loose,
Chopped off his head in prison, late at night,
But even though he suffered this abuse
Received from God relief and holy light.
The Jordan gently flows through these old lands,
Longing for John, who baptized with his hands.

What a joy, my heart now is beating loud
I can hear your footsteps out into the night,
But it's just the wind blowing from a cloud,
Which spreads all the leaves almost without fight.

Now your voice resounds telling me so clear
Many words of love in a gentle way
But it's just the river, flowing around here,
Which is rather tensed and upset today.

I'm surprised to hear your sweet laugh again
Somewhere in the forest, near the little creek,
But it's just a pecker, seemingly insane,
Hitting all the tree trunks with its steely beak.

Yet, this time I'm sure you are calling me
And your thrilling whispers fill me with delight –
What a disappointment, what else can it be?
Oh, the tiny raindrops falling in the night.

Love is wondrous when it's true
It can light your heart's desire
And if someday dies the fire
Memories will stay with you.

Memories are so profound,
And so faithful, there's no doubt,
But if they will be wiped out
Happiness will stick around.

Happiness is good, fertile
It does not depend on love
Or the memories thereof,
But of things that make you smile.

Love is a wondrous feeling,
A swan in rapid flight
Across the vault of heaven
When it's serene and bright.

You feel the life is peaceful,
Unending like a stream,
A secret thrilling story,
An everlasting dream.

The happiness surrounds you,
The rainbow shows its face,
The whole world is a splendor,
God pours on you His grace.  

But the disgusting shotgun
Is aiming without fail
And the enchanting white swan
Drops dead on the wide trail.

You hug it in an instant,
Your fear you can't withhold,
Try to revive its passion,
But it is stiff and cold.

In vain you weep disheartened
And ****** it a lot,
Of its amazing gliding
Remains only a thought.

Deep hidden in a forest thick and wide
A tiny spider had begun to knit
Its lovely web, feeling so full of pride,
To catch from time to time a fly in it.

When it was done, it thought it did its best,
But afterwards, so tired it became
That felt the need to find the blessed rest
And in its web it huddled without shame.

Next day a squirrel looking for romance,
Who jumped on a green bow with skill and art
Hit with its long and bushy tail by chance
The fine, thin web and tore it all apart.

Watching the trouble helpless and resigned,
Instead of making a great fuss in vain,
The spider, because it is so designed,
Began to weave the fine web once again.

And all day long it worked with might and main
Because it hated to give up and sigh
And if it happened to be torn again
It would repair it without any cry.

The music starts descending from the ceiling
I stretch my hand inviting you to dance
You stretch yours, too, and you are so appealing
That right away I'm falling in a trance.

I hold you tight and see your eyes are glowing
I touch you gently and you understand...
My heart is pounding, time is swiftly flowing
I wish we stayed like this for years on end.

And all the people seem to have departed
There's only you and me on the dance floor
I've stepped on your small foot, but you're kind-hearted
And smile at me as nicely as before.

I look at you and see you are on fire
Your breath is like the summer scented air,
We're dancing cheek to cheek, with much desire,
My heart is happy and your face is fair.

It's like a dream, your lovely body answers
When I caress your shoulders in my trance
And therefore we have disappeared as dancers
Because we've melted in this graceful dance.

– Come, big moon, in your full glory,
Show your face so bright and fair
Tell me an enchanting story
About palaces up there.

Have you ever seen, I wonder,
Who's inside, what kings, what czars?
Who speaks with a voice like thunder,
Who throws comets and blue stars?

Who made our Earth that's spinning
And this Universe so vast?
Was the Word in the beginning
Which created all so fast?

The moon whispers from her tower:
– Go to sleep and rest your brain,
Even though I have great power
I'm tied to this earthly plane.

The years have passed, life was sublime,
Now you are old, I feel like crying;
I look at you and every time
My heart is sad and slowly dying.

You try so hard when I'm around
To chat and smile with happy faces
To comfort me and to surround
My bowed-down neck with warm embraces.

And yet, although you smile and talk,
Your sight grows dim, your arm is rigid,
You are in pain, can hardly walk,
Your bodies are so weak and frigid.

But I pretend not to remark
And tell you jokes to curb my sorrow
My soul is scared, my light is dark –
Will you still be alive tomorrow?

Hidden somewhere, in a forgotten case,
Full of white dust and lonely as a ghost,
Lies an old picture, quiet in its place,
The one that in the past I liked the most.

I wanted many times to take it out,
Feeling that I was totally unjust,
But every night and day I was in doubt,
I didn't want to rummage in the dust.

And maybe in the darkness, every year,
The colors faded and I'm feeling sad
Because this picture, which I held so dear,
It might be tarnished, looking very bad.

But even if I leave it in its case
And it will never see again the light
It will remain, with its discolored face,
The picture that once gave me much delight.

Happiness, enjoyment, sorrow,
Glory, gain, pathetic fall
All these will be gone tomorrow,
Poor dark shadows on a wall.

Heaps of money, real treasures,
Goods, estates and many shares,
Will provide sweet, earthly pleasures
To the poor and greedy heirs.

Only change is everlasting
And it turns the world around
Death's stillness is disgusting,
As the prophets always found.

The old Sphinx watches with sorrow
How we think that we are kings
Knowing that today, tomorrow,
Time erases all the things.

Clouds are crowding, flying high
Storm is raging strong and cruel
Rain is falling from the sky
Like a fool.

Streaks are flashing all around,
Bright and brisk and very stout,
They are rushing to the ground
And die out.

Thunders roar like guns in night
Spitting fires blue and red,
With the village seem to fight,
Which is scared.

Wind is running wild and free
Blowing all the leaves away,
Knocking down a willow tree
In its way.

It is cold, for hills are near
And it's dark like in a tomb
But it's warm and cosy here
In my room.

You do something that fulfills you
Every day you come to school
And you teach with so much passion
And with kindness, as a rule.

When you see that your dear pupils
Take good marks, then you exult,
But you're sad to know that others
Do not have a good result.

And the time flows like a river
With all kinds of demonstrations
And you count your age with pleasure,
Not in years... in generations.

Now, you deem that maybe many
Criticized you, thinking small,
But one thing is clear, for certain,
It is you who taught them all.

'Twould be best if we could perish
While in us there is some light,
Not to live devoid of vigor
Till the soul, detached, takes flight.

'Twould be best if we could perish
While we speak with our eyes,
Not to have a frozen vision
And a chilly heart that sighs.

'Twould be best if we could perish
While we're human, because thus,
We won't see our weary children
Crying when attending us.

'Twould be best if we could alter
The grim future from the sky
And to chose with our thinking
When it's good for us to die.

If your soul is mean and vile
And your mind is deeply stained,
If you have a bogus smile,
Wear a mask and you are saved.

If your friend, who gives you all,
Without mercy is betrayed,
If your soul is really small,
Wear a mask and you are saved.

If you know that in your life
You have lied and misbehaved,
If you can't get rid of strife,
Wear a mask and you are saved.

If a person you have met
About you will want to ask
Open up, but don't forget
To keep on your daily mask.

When grass becomes my sky
And I am just blue dust,
When unobserved I die
Leaving this world of lust.

When in the people's minds
My name will be accursed,
When everybody finds
In me only the worst.

When God His body turns
And runs away from me
When your desire burns
Once more my eyes to see.

Do not become upset,
But on your way you go,
Don't mourn and don't regret,
I can't dispel your woe.

Remember me, don't cry,
Get out of your dark den,
For everything goes by
And we shall meet again.

Lazily, the sun is falling
Down behind a mountain range,
Evening sneakily is crawling
And is cooler for a change.

Now, the beach is empty, weary,
Only you and I are here
We are talking, feeling cheery,
And our laugh is loud and clear.

The blue stars from outer spaces
Will be rising very soon,
Our nice and happy faces
Will be lighted by the moon.

On our backs now we are lying
And are watching with delight
How two shooting stars are dying
Turning into streaks of light.

With our bodies gently shaking
Thrilled by their impressive dive
Each of us a wish is making –
Has yours ever come alive?

With pretty face and eyes meek and profound,
She patiently spreads honey words around,
Heals all the broken hearts, bestows delight,
And turns the pitch-black darkness into light.
Smiles every day and gaily plays her role,
(In this sad world she is a happy soul)
Behaves like a great queen, her mind is free,
And always works with pleasure, like a bee.
She's prudent, knows to give a sweet reply,
With her good deeds makes fortune in the sky,
Her heart is peaceful, void of all deceit,
For faith is her impregnable retreat.
She's loving, loyal, trustworthy and hot,
Her household is a safe and pleasant spot,
Defends the marriage, keeps alive its flame...
I'd like to be the equal of that dame.

You fell asleep upon my chest, my dear,
And I am guarding you with greatest care,
As if you were a china *** placed here,
Which has been worked with skill to look so fair.

I turn and see your tired, pretty face
I stroke your silky hair with pure delight,
You don't wake up, but your heart starts to race
When in your ear I'm whispering, “Good night!”.

You've plunged into the world of dreams you weave
You laugh and cry, and sometimes even speak
I feel like Adam with his lovely Eve
And I can't help but kiss you on the cheek.

I pull the quilt and feel that you agree
I look at you once more in the dim light
I say a prayer both for you and me
And then I fall asleep into the night.

Your eyes are limpid, as it is the lake
When breeze is gentle and it doesn't shake
And they are as profound as the blue sea
Far in the distance, where the ships feel free.

Your eyes are peaceful, as a lamb asleep
When is surrounded by the flock of sheep
And they are like two gems, precious and bright
And your sweet laughter fills them with delight.

Your eyes are brown like all the bears that roam
In the Carpathian woods, their lovely home,
But they are finer than they use to be
When deep within they mirror only me.