Wasting time at the window
The movements
Rolling on a piano keys
It is raining
Butterfly wings moving the sight into stars depth
Over the waters
The darkness is gathering the clothes stained by rust

Ray beams
Are filtering the shadows
A left key
On precipice edges
Reminds the thought of the deceitful meaning of words
Its projection in mind
Is a smile in the glass of a merry angel
Is the woman left on a road curb
Is a romance on a gloomy Sunday
Is a fall that tears little by little the link with the autumn within us
Is an advance towards the ripe fruit core
That moves the yearning for God

The key left on precipice edges
Cannot reach the target of coherent meanings
Unless it opens a gate

Search in the gate
The way it leads to the gate
Leave on the threshold
The death shadow

Inside
The table is laid
Tasting new meanings
Your eye
Will slowly look down the enemies
Your ear
Will scatter the slyness buzz in the waves

Springs from octave to octave
Falls
Returns
Undoubtedly
Someone is playing with the emotions
The octopus paul died: who will distort the future
Rezsoseress’s romance no longer roars the loneliness
Sanctioning is not tattooed on the forehead by the passionate thought
Raining over the signature in the soul
Just quiet autumn
Clear sky


Leave on the thresh