A soft deer cut in
barbwires of hyena's fangs...

I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire...

_"I invite you all to the fire!"
Said the hero...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

Not necessary
from some solid attributes...

When I returned from US there was no fire left in...
no humble spirit...

Butterflies ensnared
in the crayon box beneath...

When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...

Look
how inflated I am...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...