281215 New life
To get into the line. Words. Gives the right. For the foreign to shove in. Feeling dizzy. Caravan. Without color. Destined to arrive. Marble silence. It frozen the first hours. Procedure/ process. New life. Dressed loss.
211215 Every time
Like you did not learn how to walk. Every time. One full stop. Changes the path. The next day. When it comes. You never know her. Unknown daybreak. Loaded breaths. She wants to attempt the living.
141215 Mama
She decorated the world. Woman. Gift. Threatening. Good. Bad. Life. Insignificant words. Incapable. Embarrassed letters. To describe. Her gaze. Embracing a son.
071215 YOU
Ι don’t know. If I want to know. I act like I act in dreams. I could change. The season. The time. You.
301115 Unknown word
Nights. Cease of fire. Armistices look like waitings. You know. You fight. Winters. Springs. You find redemption in silence. Images are dancing on you. Riding. Intruders. Dressed in uniform. From your own army. Peace. Unknown word. Dead memory. Impregnable. Like the dream.
231115 HAPPINESS
Acceptance hand in hand with realism makes even difficult truths more friendly. This might be the beginning of happiness.
161115 With you
However. With you it is different. The world seems better.
091115 Why
You leave behind. An ego which is a prisoner. A partner confessor. Caressed by weakness. An accuser. Builds. An absence for a border. It prevents images. Words - colors are punished. An orphan why. Reaches the lips. Without luck.
021115 Loyal
Infinite director. He brings you close to me. He asks for recurrence. In one kiss. One time is not enough for him. The scene enlivens at night. Loyal. In the one script. It was life once.
261015 Love
Built. Need. Love. Collapses. Puffed egos. Looking for fake heavens. They gather losses. Innocent. Guilty. Victims. They testify to the same scene.
191015 FROSTED
The earth moves. With no mercy. You know one of her edges. She does not move. Without summers. Stopped in one autumn.
121015 Without sound
Your Monologues. Words. Without sound. Heavy though. You feel them. When they unfold the images. Fascination. In your own dimension. Displayed. Prefaces are missing . You don't ask for subtitles. You know every syllable. They are born in your breath. They fit everywhere. Companions. Waiting for you. To place them in a row. In your own book. Being indifferent themselves .They don't search for a reader.













