lava Motive

hands melts and doing the cool shoulder
the boiling lips svilina beak chin
the sun long gone why still so hot?
unfortunate that I have to give you?
grassland are burned, and the flame runs along the trunks
the ice floes finally understood already gone
she flowed and blind stones between
slowly cools slowly killed

all my good reach of the coast
all the best to you I do not care anymore
wind Salog mysteriously tombstones
beneath the gray sand lying naked in a strange and ennui

live flowers

window of our soul burns
for a couple of years of no sleep
acuraugi graciously cry
snow white napkin

passing through the sky and clouds run
advice and torn nerves
washing machine howl and roar
sentimental sterva

Children are flowers of life
flowers that eat insects
attracts and devours
and sand on top of eating

but wanted to live insects
live in spacious and beautifully
the dream of his nest
consists of urban air

look like a little spark
wandering home limosa
she look like a little spark
wandering home limosa

day hastens the night
lying in one night\'s sleep
for light rays

Brien step through the snow
imprint remains true

lights go out
Night lights
languid flame
the night to go

shadow death,
one of its apparent condition

It makes sad string
to start scanning
and never neapklust

It happened so suddenly
You left

Nepaduvu prepare
did not manage to say goodbye

warmed for us, the survivors, the issue
living,
who do not believe, not emptiness,
not emptiness fulfillment.

. Mom\'s not. Stroke, kiss on the cheek
Why did so rarely, while she was alive
Does she now feel my love

human life like the song I think -
Here it quietly Preview to the Centre, is growing into more and more,
Here it is flowing mightily, already meet with the remote,
Here it subsides and there - the echoes remain as ...

One life is not enough!
One life is not yet enough
All to achieve, create, post, -
In this life my heart
Ten life I would like!

Father\'s story,
his hands caress
Even today I have in mind.
Each word,
he said once,
even today in the heart sounds.

short is human life -
As the sun melt blob.
But you do not come.
Is the wind takes you
the burning birch cup.
Yet see in the dark
a bright, bright red ...
And then -
golden silence falling down from the branches.