Fireworks

The child’s death was a real blow.
Decorated lots of times.
Snow
After prison

can’t work miracles.
into a corpse.
Lucky Charm
Open your mouth.

Since I live by the seaside,
Now that I’m a wreck
a poetry group.
after that massacre.

Those flowers are dead.
The other day,
Modern medicine
A souvenir for you.

He has a gun and with all
he misses his dad.
My hand hurts.
Miss…

junkyard owner:
Queen of diamonds.
but when I was injured,
An expert at dirty tricks.

to get married.
On narrow roads,
a lot of sleeping pills.
Haiku.

He attempted suicide.
But you’ll hear it this evening.
Light
It belongs to me.

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Cairo Station

Tonight is your wedding night.
A mutilated body in a trunk.
God protect us.
There will be music, lights, singing…
With our children.

Your sweetheart.
your way by bullying.
Would you pose
A brass bed.
night and day.

I saw her bucket with my own eyes.
But like a child,
seeking fortune and happiness.
Stand tall, bridegroom.
he was lame.

Your Prince Charming has come.
May God punish him.
a boy like many others
important to say.
you can’t make a living with words.

A murderer with a knife is on the loose.
It’s gold, I swear.
I saw a miserable boy,
And an armoire with three mirrors.
They lead straight to hell.

Crows confuse me.
natives and foreigners…
You’re the pretty one.
Put your arms in the sleeves.
Explain.

The coroner’s report states…
a kind word can win him over.
I’ll build you a house by the sea…
he’ll be ruined
for her trousseau.

one day, after midday prayer.
Let go of my hand.
not far from the rails.
How could anyone have
and bid farewell

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Wheel of Ashes


I smell women
full of soot,
sadness, problems, illness, loss.
trying to remain calm.

I haunt the cafes,
until her skin couldn’t take any more
that faint light will perhaps go out.
with no good reason,

Sometimes I imagine myself,
as long, in other words,
until love overwhelmed me.
wrapping a strip of it

But I can feel the Spring
as irrelevant,
I breathed deeply
that all is transient

A woman once said to her husband:
a soul to return in flesh, endlessly.
and creates a real nest of vipers
without moving.

She gave me an icy look
pulling out water from a well
I touched her on the shoulder
and gnaws at one’s insides.

He is searching for God alone
when women, with their fine legs,
that I was a mystic.
at risk of drowning.

You must be prepared to abandon
half-hearted renunciation.
He who has tasted sugar candy
like everyone else.

to withdraw from the world.
to women and gold.”
I stared at the passersby.
and pathetically chaotic poetry.

The soul that has tasted
in my filth,
lingers in ignorance,
around his waist

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Yourself and Yours

You have beautiful hands.
I can pick you up
Let’s love each other from now on.
I really wish your hair wasn’t grey.
I leave.

I could die. If love is true.
Better than honeydew.
Someone must have said
We drink to pass out.
-And sweet.

TRANSLATION:
it all leads to separation.
that led into the sea.
I just want to see you everyday.
Is that spinning?

-Why are you alone?
The sea…
-With ice?
you should feel sorry for.
For our relationship

Death is the end.
But apparently she drinks
something that is real.
problems by themselves.
A compensation for dismissing

You were drinking at the Goldstar
I slept dressed up in the sofa.
It’s what it seems.
Anyway, I don’t know how to interpret
It’s all in the past.

It’s not climbing the Everest,
to keep on wandering.
eyes or heard her voice.
As you wish.
if I cared she drank more.

Your eyes keep their strength.
You’re an angel.
ashamed of.
You are my rule.
What’s wrong with you darling?

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Eternity and a Day


to whisper to the depths of the heart:
Stay with me.
Moonstruck.
One morning,

Mountains or cliffs,
they were still here.
my body, whose outline vanish
Fragrant…

when the morning star regrets
his mother’s face,
or bring the forgotten words
You shine, you know.

Wave…
of her door with tears on her face.
My body doesn’t obey anymore…
shattered words here and there.

the dog, Katerina.
She’s with her other
A night full of miracles.
“One of your shirts, forgotten

the silence.
blew so sweetly across the face,
Sky…
in a vase.

the taste of the sea in my mouth.
You brought it to me
Nightingales…
tomorrow.

He lacked some words.
but they keep returning.
My own language,
the endless sea.

The last cool star of dawn was…
in her bridal white dress,
hanging from the trees.
why didn’t we know how to love?

cry over the dead,
in the declining sun,
“Your eyelids blinked,
Dew…

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Band of Outsiders

nothing wears away, nothing wanes.
She fainted.
A thousand times the worse,
was crumbling around her.
he saw that fabled bird
and that she had soft skin.

distrustful and tragic.
Like the fingers always wounded
or if the dream
A minute of silence
in full view of everyone.
and your thighs.

Open your mouth.
like some distant star.
her breasts moving under her sweater.
the earth trembles
And Juliet bleeding,
through the screen of trees,

“The ground is bloody.
Like things you say evenings at home
with your skirt over your head.
something warm and scented.
A husband.
is becoming a dream

The wind ruffled her dark curls.
AGAINST YOUR BREAST,
A taste of ashes floated in the air.
its blackness recalling
they saw a cold, shimmering light,
is becoming the world.

You tender stones
hath been his timeless end.
as if an ocean of indifference
like a dark cloud:
A romantic girl.
beyond recognition, stumbles in.

the Sea of the Dead.
A real minute of silence
Who here hath lain
Billy the Kid was shot in the back
You’ll get the seesaw.
worn down too soon

sad and lonely, his gaze feverish
his two hands, he didn’t know exactly…
It’s a housewife’s safe.
the Isle of Ravens.
The liquid should flow across…
all the locks were changed.

It’s because of the coat.
and her romantic kisses.
Sometimes things are best hidden
He wonders if the world
As a dark fog descended on him,
An upcoming film will reveal,

All they’d ask for was a light
or we’ll torch the house.
and is only visible when it dies.
but was at a loss for words.
When its transparent wings,
speak for themselves…

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Small, dainty steps…
in this miserable world.
with a message from heaven.
The noise you hear

My darling.
Preserved in a peat bog.
as a flower girl.
who has to satisfy herself.

You just promise, in the presence
You like it. Take your dress off.
bayonets flashing.
Those are your tricks.

The aim of marriage, as of war-
Our child.
I lie awake thinking of that girl.
Many years.

“Jesus is my bridegroom dear”
My artist, my explorer…
too long and nothing’s happened.
from the bottle.

With your waist, I’d never worry.
It’s haunted too, but perhaps
most depraved wishes seem innocent.
Living and dead.

Hello, my darling son.
There’s little one can do alone.
The gravedigger’s
the uninvited guests

This is a serious rehearsal.
fight to become a real person.
A good picture of marriage.
It’s so close to love,

Pretty boy. If I were you,
Strangled by the umbilical cord.
She hates everything I love.
In God.

It’s ages since I got a proper kiss.
Living and dead.
in the bellies of those two.
Lost souls.

people’s dismal existence.
Just a few flowers.
with needless chatter.
their old flames can’t forget them.

With pleasure, but not
I think of the girl who longed
An accomplice, through her silence.
I thought lovers

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the heart is totally open.
waiting crows…
a set of documents.
baptism, engagement
BUT EVERY SONG HAS AN END.
Distant and unclear

There she is. My private whore.
The sun was scorching on my face
Then my dreams did awaken
but pain.
See the light appear
Not love,

Undress her.
and enjoy the world.
ravens or crows or something.
tomorrow or the next day.
I was thankful to my wife
Floating through the air

A thundershower in spring.
Sinks in the sea
a conspiracy.
That’s like buying a dress
That good sailors know to ply
Just the lovely nightingale

And I long for those distant places
And the stars that smile down on them
Only a jeweler can tell
Evening gently lowers its veil
his Sunday face
God grant it may last our whole life.

Take her.
Gladly.
It’s so rare that a man gets flowers
Staying together in sickness and
His bedroom.
Those sorts of things.

Please have the pictures taken down
Tell them my secret.
Motorcycle accident.
Away from shore
When in Capri the blood-red sun
Sings its song all along

And brought the clouds in from the sea
Stories.
Indirectly.
On the fields so dusty
The world was filled with unrest
That I scatter the crows

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Immoral Tales

Evil tongues claim
the holy table of Christ.
in the seaweed is a silly game.
Willow by laurel evergreen,
gently and obediently.
strewn all over with pearls.

I’ll stay in you as long
water might reach us.
you will swallow my living fluid
let your lips touch this water.
I love you, my dear Lord.
naughty nightingale

Woman astride a tiger.
miraculous lace gown,
Her body is covered.
The hooves of mares,
You seemed to understand.
This is my mother.

My heart, my hands
to keep your mouth on me,
to what I’ll say about the sea
Stained glass by gem that richly glows…
so that you’re nude under the dress.
Yes, yes.

THE TIDE
as shorn of light.
As tin by silver, brass by gold,
Untouched.
of the moon and the sun.
Playing hide and seek

All comes from me.
And the tide’s force,
of Hercules and his royal suit,
Eleven twenty-seven.
beside the deeply-crimsoning rose.
“It will awaken your faith

My dear son, calm yourself, young man.
the mysteries of the tides.
of dissolution.
and each material body
is also in my possession.
and it’ll be sweet as honey

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Gushing Prayer

There definitely is a time to part.
a couple of times as well.
The End.
I’ve experimented with.
and linked arms with him.
and bear the child.

Suicide by taking 150 Brovarin pills
When your stomach is empty,
Becoming a mother…
and cheating even more.
sufficiently with their bodies.
and hanging himself.

What did your body feel?
were more… much more beautiful.
evening in June.
It’s fine to be not happy.
Did you really believe
anything from each other,

you will have forgotten my name
Father, Mother,
sentiment or dream
Start right away.
My body knows that.
It’s perhaps the same after all.

in the bottom of her heart.
made only for the night.
my pussy touched the corner of the table
the unmoveable truth
middle-aged man.
Do it for real to see

the eroticism of youth.
I love the peaceful feeling
about alone.
When I touched it with my hand
gentle, girlish and beautiful way.
Yes.

Suicide by jumping into the sea.
and become ruined by the rain.
I felt a womanly sensation.
seventeen said farewell to this world,
and the soul wasn’t rescued.
your poem collection will

When morning comes, my friends,
and said alright.
that I too, have sexuality.
Perhaps to hell.
But a short life is fine.
Watch closely.
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