Illustration Of The Word

When I want to write long sentences
I always begin to think that
from an ordinary rain
I would like to make a storm.

In the time when I want to
raise myself into few words,
I think of you and then
I have no enough paper and ink
to describe just your hair.

I slip sometimes with the mind
like wine which slowly
becomes part of each body and
touches the brain like every drop of blood.

In the life of the unwritten words
only the book cover has an illustration
of the everlasting spring hidden
under the blanket of the snow.

Empty dictionary

When my name is night,

the taxi is not here, I walk to my house,

trying to write that what I want.

searching for new lyrics in the empty

English dictionary, is

only my wish to know

-when the moon really light my road?

In the hole of the ants,

where I was thinking my home is,

I found ancient bottle

full with the spirit of your last thought.

...and

I was walking in my dream
like fish swimming in the sea.

In my violet vision
the steps under my feet
very showing the bear in me.

in the moon forest
I found your wing
my fallen fairy.
That's you my dear
hiding in my cave.

I come there slowly
with the wing in my hand
bringing you my soul
to help you fly.

you can fly with the moon again
and I will be happy as I am.

water on my face
bring me to the real life
that was I saw was the moon
that from my window become one
with the light.

Home

I hope. Do you hope?
sometimes the hope is the main weapon
for Us...travelers :)

soul surfers,
spirits with aim.

join me!
we come from the same place.
if you don't know where it is
- I will tell you.
if I don't know where it is
- maybe you know.

who knows.
only the atoms that we should dematerialized
and the body that we should left.

Home...here I come
...

I hope