Axel Lenn

This is a message of support for all those currently kidnapped, being held hostage and having their lives endangered. I make this plea that anyone decently human and strong enough to act for saving

Born in 1920 in Krakow, Karol Jozef Wojtyla took the world by surprise when he was elected Pope in 1978. The world would know this Pontiff as John Paul II . Quite rapidly he became a very well-known

Three Romanian journalists were kidnapped on Monday, March 28th, in Iraq: Mari Jeanne Ion, Sorin Miscoci and Ovidiu Ohannesian. A businessman of Arabic origin was also captured. Though not 100%

[critical condition playing clear our lack o’ time none of us that’d walk on water Nietzsche’s full post-mortem done] D’you know where you’re going? How ´bout where you’ve been,

My cherub, most surely the end, is A smile somewhat different; Moreover, he\'s ideatively knotting The middle silence off the wings that I\'m not. My cherub, most surely the christening, Boils

Unbreathing colours in the present somewhere\'s Dismnesic an outline of the absurd \'gain pervious To other colours/steps of many blind gaits. Talking long ago, defining Crutches for the lame,

Cannot admit now useless to myself I heard Recalling calmly ruined The zenith of our hearts \'pon old the wall. You might perhaps enjoy This secret golden-brown concerto at the city limits

It is so late that I can narrowly follow The rain drops crying on the window; It’s rainin’ again upon my thoughts And private moments of despair… I’m waking slowly,

‘ve been had a tree so pure a dance, Such curse in being you or me... You simply don’t forgive sometimes. Serenity drops, words discharge such uselessness supreme In feelin’

Ça ne finit jamais. J’apprends simplement ce qu’est l’existence; Je me dis ça tout le temps: Simple question de chance.

Await for you I stand at corners of the night... No, I don’t want you, no. You’ve always been so very mine, and be you will Still very mine forever, And even if I were to take a

I follow nights as days should follow me, The first in dreams, through light the others free… If death were all for us, who’d follow dreams or not Be death himself, at least? Forget the

Alone once more Should turn the key, Forever silent though… Born to live and die, God knows we do, A whore – I sometimes laugh and cry Insane with being just… A man?! ‘tis then untrue

Symptom of the night, Lasciviousness reignin’, Damp sigh on my shell… Secrets void of light, Embracin’ eyes with fear, Master of the bell… Ever weddin’ sins, A snake within my

Another twist for every night still follows, For all the times I’d be a bird – Yet clear the nights are now! Alex am I still... Strange fit, My name’s a stranger too – o, how I fear it, Fear

You don\'t say forget\'s what we never do Takin\' deep the morn\' last our nightly trace Third degree redemption can you see it really Out blue yourself much better Just one more juvenile