

metroI like traveling in metro with you. Lights and shadows make reflection of us on the windows. Rembrandt would be delighted at that chiaroscuro.metro


babiesI had a dream about a baby Sitting on the floor in the bus It smiled at me I don't like babies And they don't like mebabies
I had a dreams about babies I know you don't wanna them Till you could look into the mirror Without any reproach
I'd had a dream about three babies I've been waiting with other person When we were still dated
Last night was fantastical I had a dream about you
Indeed we broke up last autumn


In the showerThe cold is hugging me tightly In liquid ice An aqoeous icicle I put on my bodyIn the shower
Water is dribbling from my hair And tear from my eyes Memento on the days after me A world is turning
My own misses breathe Is throttling me in my neck Second time in my life So close to dead
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"Dying is an art, like everything else.."
- Sylvia Plath
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So it goes.
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