Lang-syne |
Be my sun. The dreams miss a day and reality misses the night. I'm going to look to the shopwindow where sell the helping hands. Give me the one, please. The mast without lamp, the half-broken switch....
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 04:28:00 GMT |
Letters to melancholies |
I'm standing here, closely for this place, eyes don't see. Inactivity of movement is fascinating, and here you secrete and there, in the black tidies are these what quiet envy. You can alienate a gloo...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 13:21:00 GMT |
Silencer |
You are only silencer of reality, sometimes is so cruel. For my circumstances. Live in two parallel spaces in only one body. Rationality and unrationality, baneful tumours in dictionary. Changes of we...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 13:08:00 GMT |
Respecting |
Last days are strange,with perception and following on spaces between people and evolution of emotional actions of fatality acquittal of spirit is bringing relaxation, form of bird's-eye view or alias...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:41:00 GMT |
Bird in the bush |
And here, look! Albatrosses are tumbling down from the Hill to bleak black landscape, where the plague means redemption from light of life. - Whither are you rushing, sweetheart? Nobody didn't tell y...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 12:45:00 GMT |
Chaotic mergence |
already you were here when I came. I didn't see before, anything else? Candelabrum turned off ,one moment please,what else? Galanty of trees is still waiting for recluses.Cats are lurking for carrion...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 13:44:00 GMT |
(sym)Pathetic monster |
Stop this, while you can. I am hearing, what's the pain(t)? ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:30:00 GMT |
11:52 |
Celý dneaný deH je akýsi pochmúrny a zvláatny, blbé ráno a pretrvávajúca únava, chlad v tele i telo na telo, smútok v srdci a depresívna myse>, oblaky a dá~ v púati, ~ivot mimo vaetkého, a ja sa na t...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:20:00 GMT |
Nothing again |
znejú mi tóny a pokúaam sa zosúladie svoje myalienkové pochody do stratena...otváram okná dokorán a h>adám
erstvý vzduch niekde neprítomne pomimo,odraz sa vytratil,kvety u~ odkvitli a mám dose pochyb...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 02:22:00 GMT |
Mirror |
Chcela by som sa s tebou podelie o svoje strasti,nestratie sa pritom v pasci minulostiJe jedno ko>ko s:z vypustím z o
í,nikto ich nespo
íta a nevráti mi ichDôle~itose a forma smútku,spôsob akým sa s t...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 13:36:00 GMT |
