Folding

I danced with the wolves howling behind my back
And I wondered - Is it safe to be free in this world?

Across the vast valleys I gazed at the rich emptiness of the sky...

But I always prefer to close my eyes
And see you.

I am falling

I am falling backwards, my eyes are closing and the sky's last second's instance is falling with me.
My ribs arching under the ground.

I am reaching out with my hand and I'm finding only cold air.
I'm closing it in my fist. I caress its blade of darkness.

I feel destiny's lines growing into my palm.
Chosen into a fall, I disappear.

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Last night our angel got lost.
Oh, the darkness...
Our hearts are wounded.

See, angel? Don't get lost again, please.
My eyes hurt, all night I was looking for you.
My hands are shaking
My dreams were wild.

You know, angel, we are one.
There are no two ways.

Last night, our angel got lost...
We are tired and he sleeps hugged in between.

Where we belong

I'm stepping on your old sorrow.
As to a grave I am walking back in time.
With the blue I am washing the bitterness away...
I am closing the circles - I am setting you free.
I am making you yourself, I am making you mine...
I am making it our new we.

Spit behind your back,
Break the bad luck.
Pray to the moon,
I am coming back soon.

You called me in your fight with nightmares,
You called me silently.
I heard you loudly screaming in the cave of my heart!
I felt the echo in our deadly hug,
In our bones crying for love.

If you leave...

If you leave, our dreams will remain as the apples forgotten on one side of the wooden table...
I do not have strength...if you leave...
The moon will remain silent...
The sky, it is dark, hurt and it hurts me.
The ash suffocates me, the tears are washing it away.
The pain...
If you leave...

Her and him

He recites poems;

She is eating blueberries.

He turns a lot in his bed;

She is stealing small blue books.

They are getting easily drunk with wine.

Him and her

She sometimes forgets to eat;
He is protecting her.

She is always cold.
He is paying lots of attention to her scarf.

She has candies in her pockets.
He has their hands in his pockets.

They are kissing in a metro station.

The Swan

Far from my sky

Flying with the claws clung into the twilight

You deceive the horizon with your fluttering wings.

Wings so free.

It's the earth moaning under you

From sadness and darkness

My wintry breath alienates itself

Venomous arrows will pierce through my chest, white bird.

Far from my sky

From your death I shall not hear

Flying with your claws clung in the twilight

I forever believe you will

Be flying.