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Monday, 25 April 2011
Dear Elena
Full moon shines in the darkness of your eyes
The sorrow from the deep ocean's dancing in your pupils
Curls of your black hair sway while your plump lips emanate the magic of a sage
The sorrow from the deep ocean's dancing in your pupils
Curls of your black hair sway while your plump lips emanate the magic of a sage
White Christmas
Slanted eyes peeking out through the gap of velvet curtains
Sisters swaying their hips under their stripy hats
Walking sticks hit the ground
And the smell of garlic wafted into the air
Mixed with the tinge of ale
The ruby red nails holding the grass of Jack Daniels
Chatter to the clinks of the ice cubes
Orphants' faces on the window pane
Frosted with the steams from the oven
The silent from the police car
Turned their heads
To the cushioned hips of the hookers walking by
When the red velvet touches the stage floor
The chimneys invite them without the wrapped up boxes
Clink, the ice cubes melted again
And my throat burns with the cold heat
The purple rimmed greasy face distorts in the haze of smoke
Ribbons untied fall onto the floor
No boxes for me in the morning but empty champagne bottles on the floor
Monday, 28 February 2011
Summer night cats
The cats smile at the stars at night
Their flexible bodies laid on the heat of the ground
Pensively, they stretched their paws
And raised their warm bodies
The hunters strayed into the darkness
A traveller on the desert
The moon shines on the desert
After the rain seeped into the earth
The light shows a way for the traveller
Whose heart filled with beautiful wounds
The pain subsides as the paddle disappears
Into the deep secret cave of the earth
Eternally Homesick
Eternally Homesick
That day when you left me
Among the kids in the kindergarden
My heart broke forever
Yearning to be with you
Sitting on your side
Playing with a needle and thread
That day was long
Stretched forever like a never ending thread
Until the sunset
When the crows go back to their nest
The color of the setting sun
Was my heart breeding
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