Dely Cristian Marian

Du hältst eifrig meinen Willen in den Händen, schaffst mal ein Rätsel draus, lässt dann alles in die Luft los kläre schon den Vorfall, flüsterst mir ein ich, ich lächle wie ein Narr, wie

the souls I have measurable light for locked uncountable gates of matter my demons could have gone through not enough I see some scars in my razors, old man the irony I'm part of not to name

my guilt is saltier than the fleur de sel you can extract by squeezing it I do have enough storms left inthere to bleaching my cells so deep I fear for the opposable gyrfalcons-cloud I do choose

I can't feel the bullets in my body when I jump, but there is always a breath of dust for me there. A few days ago, I ran into a huge scorpion, much larger than I was; it gave me a dissecting gaze

Anything can happen under pressure... my blood wants me to see that space warp... i'm a realist one who does not turn anyone's experiences into a memory of the future.

The wood is good nice fishermen smelling like the sun and the sun caught some fish a couple of odd politics ago the boat is fine the sky is grilled and subjected to limitations as if that

get in line with the high discrepancies love me and suffer until cupid reconsiders his doings no chains attached, my love, forgive me if i had payed attention to his propensities more i would

a memory of the beautiful rhythms where every me was learning to rock in the coldest eden will it matter my existence if someone like me can't break the laws written in dust will i ever get

I struggle with my own bear at the whim of his rush and every solstice tears apart my landscapes

autumn wind trowing down the apples - child in tears sizzling milk skin - outside memory few snowdrops that green shape... going blushful again the old cherry tree the closer the

light is our home, love you've been editing my life's loops my shadow like a hand of a watch keeps surrounding your mystical frames

You're the beauty of springtime, the ongoing joy to the man by your side, your sheer intenseness awakes the false Saturnians, the touch of your rays does the trick of forthcoming and you've always

Life and death are resizing the scripts of the anonymous while the soul bender patches up the endless snow cloth I've been wearing ever since the thought of escaping the puppeteer granted me another

here listening to a tamboura in the fragrance of sandalwood trees wearing the black contact lens not to be seen the lagoon I'm wandering through alone I'm not beautiful nor ugly but guilty of

didn't we have everything right would you let me would you let me not would you be wrong

i'm telling you as your brother i've had some wine the only sane alternative is to go out hurry up to find the best wine vault don't worry about the eyes staring at you everyone would be happy to

heightening his jokes like being up to date about my load the shield bearer took his place in front of the faraway columns the queen of my early land of hopes taught me not to climb on I needed

“True Bramin, in the morning meadows wet, Expound the Vedas of the violet.“ - Ralph Waldo Emerson I roll myself within old hybrid cartoons and hope I'll be invisible to hackers - I'm a fraud

Here comes inventory again I missed that, and that, a few good lessons and that, too Hmm... maybe more Many little deeds I did for her, for him for me, as well for eighteen cats and a

that was that, my love a truth about me plus a truth about you unsettling the cuckoos minding the zeitgeist that dichotomy of desire being me most pensive bread winner in the house signed on