Mihaela Maxim

In the end there is night running through my veins Story telling about a fight covering the storm Streaming memories come falling down to the well of thoughts Dreaming all seems too bright.. the

I'm Tired to Think when I Look into your Eyes… tired to See that my Dreams Always GO Listening to Words bringing Ends that are Near …Melting the Spell of your Voice Dreams that we're making the

Invisible rain running on water Trees are continuously trying to get more sky under their wings.. Invisible animals frozen under their cave try to make light a better place to love.. Coloured

I\'ve planted your first wing.. I\'ve prepared my fishtail It\'s a new day dream For the last of todays You can come pick my secrets Even your arm\'s still shaking (injured) I\'ve stopped

Magnetized by your virtual touch Feelings are running in my heart Virtual Memories closed in a look My soul is going chasing your thoughts Virtual feelings in my real mind Hidden

Which part of a soul becomes young when you love? Which part of a soul becomes fool and strong? Which part of the soul is dreaming at you? When all other things become part of you too? I’ve

Songs List 1. Nothing to be heard 2. You could like 3. I don\'t want to remember 4. Just say it\'s enough 5. I don\'t mind if you can bring it back 6. I could say the word 7. Walking on

you and me spreaded all around the eyes of God between them two tribes: you and me what kind of angels do you call when you send me away discreetly to the scaffold ? that smile crucifying

I was playing with the feeling of springtime – when too mellow of love I was falling beside you the only one that’s carefully writing his testimonial I’ll stick to your shadow changing nothing I

\"and what if God is a woman\" we have known each other from the street through little beggars and prostitutes traffickers panhandlers serial criminals maybe there are details you want of

I’m drowning with the coughing sirrup that sirrup from the glass that broke itself spreading arround its shards spattering the insects walking dirty through another little broken bottles

I don’t have to spent any more hot words from the sticking edges of thoughts the crickets of mind are whistling falling inside the birds are quietly freezing through the pockets forsaken is the

here, alone, I offered my hand to anyone ready to accept it here I was smouldering inside the scream of tomorrow’s holly relics spitting in the evening loving the next day the sun was

no height, do deepness, no other being could ever tear us from His love… they’re washed out all the pictures the look is giving up brushing the side of the desert they’re more and more coming

my city bewailed you today escorting you with its last white bird in that melody of your heart in which I raped my legs in some savage notes it was the time of running away from those female

rien à entendre plus rien à voir le rêve a disparu ta nuit est perdue folle de moi revoirs négligés... rien dans tes yeux... c\' est regrettable ... te sens-tu toi vivant mon amour

(drop 29.07... 10.00) XIV in the morning... I know... I was just a name on a paper an innocent name on a lousy paper a dusty forgotten cover in the wind from a journal with it\'s pages gone

I on the dark of the moment I felt delighted... too early by the taste of the tears counting my pain... didn\'t know what I was tasting the time grown green in long trices up to the

un jour je prendrai la tête du Silence ta solitude deviendra mienne alors je dirai qu’il n’y a personne dans la rue de trèfle de mon espérance couverte de poussière d\'aigle je lèverai alors le

(de toutes les choses dites seule reste ta voix) de toutes les paroles ardentes et couvées de ces voix murmurées parmi les pensées s\'élèvera toujours une seule voix noyée dans les attentes

from the depths of the night, the light of a sound from the arc of memories the arrow of a thought from the breath of flowers the kiss of an eye-drop from the dark of the soul the white knee of a