Friday 25 December 2009
Friday 18 December 2009
Walrus, I knew who you were
Mortals can conceal no secrets.
Our lips may stay silent, or they can become so abruptly,
but in the end,
I've seen some chattering with their fingertips, betrayal in its most sublime patterns.
Tuesday 15 December 2009
Battleground of a jungle
Good is better than perfect,
and my footsteps never meet.
Ours once did.
Hours flew by since then, refresh, months. Bygones.
Goodbyes never work, but hey, I already told you that.
(Never say never. I heard it.)
Blood drops like rubies, diamonds seem teardrops,
на свою бродяную жизнь в дождях, нееее, в снеге сейчас.
Show me your thousand faces, two by two for a change.
I love декабр, December, december, decembrie, grudzień, décembre... I'll stop.
Monday 14 December 2009
Sunday 13 December 2009
Tuesday 1 December 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)