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Wednesday, 26 October 2016

I Imagined A Sunny Day

No more do I carry anger
I imagined the world was OK
When I found out you were here
I totally lost my mind

I did not bring an umbrella
I imagined a sunny day
You can give me a leaf
I will imagine a rose

Because of the wet hair
my throat could terribly hurt
I will imagine the pleasure
because we are drinking together

Because of your proximity dear
I can imagine many things
and when I did not know you
I was a normal woman


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Friday, 7 October 2016

They Are Not Invited

Cakes made of gold flour
Served on the golden platter
The poor are not invited

The bench shaky and pale
The tablecloth has a hole
The rich are not invited

The giant car shines
The famous singer sings
The poor are not there

Drink and cheap cakes
Smiles and united songs
The rich are not here

Thursday, 29 September 2016

Vanilla Pudding

This is my third spoon of vanilla pudding
If it would only contain luck
If it would only pour into me

If my home would be filled
with that warm pudding
my empty glasses would never look
as the eyes of sorrowful fairy

Friday, 23 September 2016

They Are Not Looking

The pain of heart I am not hiding
They are not looking
They think I don't have it

The pain of body I am not hiding
They are not looking
They think I don't have it

The pain of heart they are hiding
The pain of body they are hiding
They are not looking
They think I know nothing

Thursday, 15 September 2016

If People Are Holograms

If people are holograms
they must be made after
the image of some savages
the biggest cosmic lunatics

It must be that those savages
created problems in space
until they destroyed themselves

The holograms are made
for all other beings to see
how they should never be

Thursday, 8 September 2016

I Am Afraid Of It

I am afraid of it
I don't know what it is
All my life
in the chains I live

I don't know what it is
How to live with it
When I hear the word freedom
I am terribly sweating

I am afraid of freedom
It is unknown to me
Allow me to suffer
in the familiar state

As without its cloud
the rain cannot be
without my owner
I cannot be

I don't know what it is
I am afraid of it
All my life
in the chains I live


Thursday, 25 August 2016

It Shouldn't Be Sinful

The cowards are trying to kill me
In front of my door they brought the coffin
I have a right to defend myself
I have a right to be furious

With them they took the axes
I can hear their evil laughter
From my eyes I am throwing arrows
Self-defense shouldn't be sinful