And that I need is written in my tears,
the rainy spring talks me about lot's of feelings
The streams of salt fade beautiful times
in which sweet lips kissed the scene at dusk
the_idyllic_place_of_innocence

Looking through the pind, I've seen stamped on flowers,
stamped on dreams, too much fears... Where is my smile?
It's raining and across the rain - my past mixes with the landscape

from_the_sea_cliff

The sea before me, shows a grey day in me.
The roar of the waves the greeness of the field, the loneliness...

Elbereth
» ...and Other Reflections

Time, thousand of thoughts stun me,
and I don't know yet if I prefer the past.
No!!!
Requiem for the innocence, not even

fallen_leaves

Remember, they were something - they sounded here... The notes.
Look there, there's nothing, a leaf falls, only it's another one.
No... Scores in solitude, it's only a heart
sho

the_end_of_the_2nd_act

Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes,
the indifferent walk on the pride
obscures the stranza hideing the bare.
Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns
Sweet fragnances may hid

four_roses_in_my_heart

Deep inside the bloody war, I just feel the shots of guns
and I dream of being a bird to fly far away from my home
four roses in my heart their thorns defend my feeble hope
four

forgotten_forever

The passage of the time, another emotion falls in an empty bags.
The darkness extends covering a face which feels the dismay.
A wet folio which show; he shout from the inner part of..

...and_other_reflections

Time, thousand of thoughts stun me,
and I don't know yet if I prefer the past.
No!!!
Requiem for the innocence, not even I hear
its notes and so near they sounded...


nostalgic_harmonies_brings_the_wind

Now, when the time has come and the leaves have fallen,
in the eternal autumn of loneliness, in memories I've ever dead.
She's crying, she's crying and the forest... in my dreams.

so_much_affliction

Another murder, so many murders...
Grey rain falls on bloody chests, a child suffers,
he'll not hear again - "I love you son".
How to explain that?
It's impossible to eras

the_beautiful_short_story

The old story, wisdom in short phrases, which we transform unto utopias.
To see further away, why not add an emotion?
But it always finishes...
Again the vulgar, again broken dr

autumn_concert

Walls of ivy, I see a quiet mind. In the calm... the bandstand.
Rain... softly in the pools, behind time curtains... an eagerness grows