She decorated the world. Woman. Gift. Threatening. Good. Bad. Life.
Insignificant words. Incapable. Embarrassed letters. To describe.
Her gaze. Embracing a son.
She decorated the world. Woman. Gift. Threatening. Good. Bad. Life.
Insignificant words. Incapable. Embarrassed letters. To describe.
Her gaze. Embracing a son.
Eternal reign. The fear. Conquer new frontiers. Horror covers them. It exudes hope. Perfect time to find the man in you.
You cross the limits of the word. You hide behind it. You do not want to be ashamed. To work on it. To try without the risk of loss. To write your trail. For it alive. Dancing in its arm.

Grief gets old. A clothe that have been worn. It lies heavily upon you. Every winter – every summer. It just leaves the measuring alive. The day. The last kiss.
War. Dressed up as friends. To break the peace. Enemies. The target is you. You don’t lose a battle. Weapon. The love.
Time is running out. You stop. You smell the air. The light spreads. No details are lost. Rebel. You refuse to breathe. You choose to live.

Resistance. You listen. To voices. You don’t let the words pass through you. You are a watchman.
In sanctuaries that only you kneel.


You are looking for something. A pure dream. You are hunting it. In vain. You don’t give a thought. It charges the lost life which is alive. It browses through time.
You project your future. Resistance. Every now and then you ask. With the gaze fixed. Eternal soul.
Steps back. Dressed. Buried dictate. Words insignificant. Thrown left-right. Together with the shouting of the moment. Plowed fields. From professional observers. They sell the applause. Wretched. The under and the over.