A crack on the ice,
Sliding is in sight...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
Sometimes, love just isn't enough to keep people...
You told me again
and again...
I feel the wind on my neck,
the rain on my skin...
One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...
Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...
And tomorrow, should the Sun refuse to rise
in the darkness my heart will find the path...
Take your words and swallow them whole,
watch them fade, like your cold and bitter soul...
She is like the northern lights -
Fluidly extravagant amongst chaotic beauty...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...
The distance between two hearts
is shortsightedness...