Poezii

There was this key on the floor... The one you used to lock the door The door that watched us as we sunk In that old bed that saw us drunk Amdist the lights of love and hate Those lights we

Alerg in cerc Cu baloane colorate Cu atele infasurate strans pe incheietura, In bataie de joc. Azi fac trei ani. Sarbatoresc cu o sticla de vin, Am desfacut-o cand m-am