Death has three variants worldly
When crossing the threshold of normality,
By transforming the human soul in the air in smoke,
It comes to you, you go to it and error,
An accident ...
Being a dreamer of illusions,
Of chimeras in disorder,
You can become the prisoner
Of a peculiar
Mad world.
To cross the street,
No matter which direction,
You have to pay attention
To see
I am a warm ice cube,
Melted in a queer world,
Who wants a sketch of LOVE
Through rain dripping,
To admire HER for myself,
Spread over a field of chances.
LOVE flows only in one way..
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To be close to Everest
And still not seeing everything,
The outstanding sight,
To feel the relief forms,
To ascend and descend,
To contemplate the Nepalese blue,
Lost in fairy-like golden
Everlasting mistakes start bothering,
Catch the wind in his flight,
Circle is the matter of the world,
Depends on which side you are:
Internal or external.
Giving up may be the solution,
Yet
No idea have I to trust
In paintings designed on the asphalt,
Gathered step by step
By a notorious painter.
They are coloured according to his will,
With predictable answers,
Patterns of
In the world of insane circles,
Questions and desires,
Concentricaly located,
Responding in spite to life,
Ceaselessly the distant circle is the opposite,
So close is the infinite,
Restricted,
SM