If the water boils repeatedly

If there is only the next door tonight

Match shouted softly

Match woke up

A moment is just a moment

The train dragged the day into the cave

The extinguished face

Darker than the night

Turning around suddenly, your face quickly disappeared among the whirling leaves

I opened my fingers and touched your clothes that were flying in the wind

The glass of wine that I drank was foaming Mid flip

I heard the fantasy in my heart

The confused memory made a sound like a knife and fork falling to the ground

Everything perceived by the unexpected rhythm

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Tell me what should be accepted calmly

What should be lovingly forgotten

I remember the record at night, the bending of metal

The lost body temperature< /p>

I remember the power of impotence

The unchangeable direction of the world

The moving train is like a long pause

I remember your eyes< /p>

Like a wound next to another wound

The Ups and Downs of the Wind - Ten Short Poems 4. Chapter of Truth

When the night comes;

Gothic grotesqueness, horror descends.

It is like digging out the dark mood of the Middle Ages

from the tomb of history.

It is like a ghost, wandering in Eslania;

It is like truth, because it only has eyes for itself;

When it walks by you, it will treat you Whisper -

"Be careful! If you see me, your soul has disappeared."

Dear little ghost, do you like playing pranks? Then come with me.

I love this world because there is no distinction between good and evil, only the weak and the strong. In this way, you can set a path for yourself. As long as you don't deviate from your own trajectory or violate your own rules, you will always be right. Oh, eternal life? Really happy.