Archive for November, 2015
you are my palette let me paint you so that scars that you hate are not visible any more
have we gone too far away from the horizon where the meeting was due?
a flight into the abyss of silent whirlpool has not ended i am still in the sky
i can not see through this hole in a Paris window why did they not see through the glass before hole had to be made why should some agents of death appear to be better than others are not all apostles of violence to be shunned or are some destinies more dear to us than [...]
why should death be celebrated by the flags bearers’ wishes can we not pray for all dead who have stood in the way of those who see only black and white no matter, what shades of grey say why is there no respite
some cells lost their way far away on the way to a sparkling sky why has milky way developed cracks, do they have storms there now, you are not here though footsteps have become flowerbeds hope the aromas of flowers that bloom next spring and after that, will embrace the misty morning and tear drops [...]