In the vapours of opium In a smoky Paris salon Like a black-and-white photo It's a kind of deja vu Dancing girls Their faces veiled Naked bellies Empty
under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine the grimace of scream has twisted
The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge a bridge to a desert a hope in empty words is like the sand, the sand that burns my soul with a glow of
Winter forest Winter patterns on the trees Trudging through the horny bushes Snow is cracking Underneath my feet Broken branches Shadows grey My eyes
Wooden grief lost in silence dream of life cold as shudder Every day from birth only way I walk. loosing my own breath fool with ticking clock
A rude awakening, I realize There's cold obsession in my eyes An alien face that i have to show Belonged to me then Some years ago I'm not myself I've
What did you give Give to the man Mind that can only fell'n'suffer Heart made with With daub smiles Meaningless words And bottomless torment. What did
Elegy of silent windows of wind In the boughs of the trees Of the plain of lights Wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken an' left Walls overgrown
The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings sentenced to the eternal estrangement Cemeteries
Fragments of Leopold Staff's Poem
He was passing my world Whistlin' the melody In the simple suit with hands in his pockets Dirty pieces of paper Was floatin' in the air And he was marchin
I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the
Hear what I brought with my fear Hear What I thought scars I feel Born in the crowd of the rusty pleasures of your kind burn like a shout that'll never
In the holy river Ganges In the river of karma and souls Shiva speaks to the Goddes Kali Gentle breezes carry his voice In the holy river Ganges Pilgrims
Let it be for you a great and high mystery in the light of nature that a thing can completely lose its form and shape, only to arise subsequently out
One day I saw a fear in the eyes of the clown dancing in the middle of my dream selling prescribed grief the short cut of knife that forbade to breathe
There is a lime and there is space....As soon as you are born you are caught in between. Then, you may spend your life either waiting for your time
