In bed

Dark-blue evening

Golden line of sunset

Vulgar song sounds

Bitter silence - 

I’m listening to

Thinking of March

When it´ll be easier

To fly away

to where,

Slightly tasting with medicine,

Midnight comes;

To where,

as a slow winter fly

from a Kingdom of Sleepless

I’ll fall into the emptied glass...

Watching the curved universe

I miss you

2004

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We are...

We are not proper,

Not worthy and not enough,

Stepping wrong all the time,

Always waiting for something:

For troubles´ reduction

For unexpected joy

For relaxing summer afternoon,

For a weekend party

For a train or a tram,

For a red Ferrari

For a turn in a queue,

For compliments 

For ICQ session

For white chocolate 

For someone nice and

For angry someone

For a sweet word

For dark eyes

For blue eyes

For devil

For messiah

Hot and burning

Miserable and posh

Old and new

Pale and healthy

Shouting

Dreaming nights

Living days

Like wooden logs and hammers