The Exile

You have the strenght to cry,
you have the desperation to reach,
and you have the necessity to see.

Tears form a circle in your eyes,
and farewell is a rainy road
along the exile.

O forever traveller!

Time does not wait for you,
and destination is much invisible;
so,do not travel without a thought,
and do not travel without a word.

O forever traveller!

May the hands of reminiscences
always be with you,
cause danger is ambushing you
in the corner of each alley.

The Escape

It is late at night,
turn off the light!
I am afraid of the looks usurpation.

The wind blows;
the crazy wind blows towards us
from the mountain side,
and I do not feel in secure.

It is late at night,
and our time is tight;

come on,let us go,
come on!
before the wind reaches us,
we should be gone.

The Toy

O boy!
What a fabulous toy;
When you touch her,
she sings for you like a doll.
When you talk to her,
she does not hear you at all.
When you put your arms around her,
she does not care,
if you surround her.
And when you leave her in the box,
she says:what the hell,life sucks.
Boy o boy;
What a disastrous toy!

The Solitude

Till the night opens in your eyes,
till the moon appears on your face,
till the stars in your hair
create a new sensation,
and the breeze
blows upon your air;
let me hang on to my solitude,
let me rise and
smell the blossom of lonelyness.

The Confluence

The unrestrained clamour
has called the feast of broken dolls
in requisition.

The confused slaves of darkness
uselessly dance away in thirst
of wickedness and joy.

Alas,the night ends,
in poisonous mist of destruction,
before it joins the eternity,
in the confluence of a glance and a mirror.

Alas,the day comes to witness,
the silence of man's sense,
with a bitter farewell kiss,
on the dizzy lips of night.

The Passage

What a great desire
to break free,
and what a restless delight
to fly at night.

In the limit of a passage
the shadows are raising an uproar;

What a mirage.
What a mirage.

In the haste of a smile
an agitation is running about;

What a great desire,
and what a delusion.
What a hopeless silence,
and what a portionless sensation.