I.
With light feet, spring amuses itself with bloody dreams
Beetles shake off under the summer tree
We fly away with them
I roll it on the lakeshore and
Beyond the great water… I’m still asleep
In the crevices of a doubled consciousness
Slow time disintegrates
The pale light of the faded sun
The atmosphere of old movies
Neon was nowhere to be found
Only distant
Perhaps in an imaginary city
Drums are floated in the descending gloom
Thoughts wander in dense parallels with mist
Timid butterflies gather beyond the borders of the light puddle
Their fragile wings quiver together with the shadows
Wings come to life
With the eager tremble of silky rustle
Darkness fills with sweet warm air
Gorgeous eddies turn in deep shades
In the painful beauty of the last aerial dance
They burn to death in the fire of the electric pole
In the mad love frenzy of the killer light
In the eyes of the mad
I’m looking for paths to infinity
Every felt tale of mine will catch fire
In my childhood
II.
The silly boy wins the hand of the princess
And the old man’s half-planted vineyard
And they happily harvest-smoke the greenery
Until they fly away
III.
What tired hope saves
The dreams’ precious drops of desire
In the magical fabric of tales
Why is it good to believe in this soft velvet
Beyond the glass mountain…inside here
I remain a child
And I try with a smiling faith
To preserve that pure innocence
That I can no longer remember elsewhere
VII.
Dawn lights a candle for us
My friend, we sparkle on the cool waves
III.
We are still alive today
We try to rise from this sticky body
To see a silver cloak from a spiderweb
To search for a few happy moments
From this quiet evening
IV.
I am silent
I have learned to listen to a few drops of peace
A few bitter summers
My hand falling among the stars ruffles your hair
The breeze could be gentle fingers in the spring
This is all that’s left of me
You know, it seems that no one touches
The sky with me anymore
As if everyone accepted the boundaries
I don’t know how not to feel beyond the chains
Born limitless dreams
One evening still matters to me
A mood that sprouted from a conversation
Maybe that’s all I really need
V.
Say that my life’s end
Is that I found the answer to the life-giving question
That I saw too many secrets revealed
That I fulfilled
The creation of the Creator
VI.
Today…
It would be enough if you called
Don’t let me feel in the dawn when my hair cools down too
I’m tired, burnt out, alone
The grass still tingles now
I float and I’m there
Where the stars were in their childhood dreams
VII.
And if this is the end, let it be
The last word
You are free
I turn to the black sky – wizard
If necessary, let’s fly through death
Dawn lights a candle for us
My friend
Because we still believed in so many beautiful things
In breathing soil
In love in thought
In tales.