Poems

On the table a plate tied in silence, no one touches it, no one picks it up.An empty chair, a shadow in the yard, and a house that no longer

The sun was blinding, leading her eyes to certain defeat.She feared earthly oblivion.But she believed that people had souls.She believed in the dialogue of souls.Her fear of the

The pure love, composed anarchically in me a melody of notes created by the sound of your voice. The memories were falling, like the thunderbolts we were gazing at in the summer bosoms of that

When I step on this place I like to create, and if I can't find another way - at least I try. The days pass with much effort. Time counts.

Like a melting candle, my eyes were blurred.They were filled with sorrows and joys, moments that hurt me. Nothing was left, only a detail, that my heart was thrown into

Reservoir of deflated meaningsWords, sounds and a line of lettersSqueezing the emotions hereI think I fit in somewhere, I think so I think It popped like an inflated umbrellaThat's why I'm telling you, I want an umbrellaSan