I don't want to imagine a world without friendship, support, respect and love!
This is the reason for I started this feature, for all my Watchers and Friends and now it's time to start again!
It's a big project but I hope I will manage and most of all I hope you will like all the beautiful works of this wonderful Artists.
I'm grateful to all of you and each of you, brought in my soul a gleam of joy.
A while ago I received a beautiful gift from my dear friend Florin.
Thank you very much, my dear Florin and I send you a big hug.
Story of DeathRays break from your being
Why are there so many rays
searching for you
as I search
to break from your cheek
oh, the way
that the black holes of your pupils swallow me,
i will shear
with the clock's hands
so that so much light will be born
that it will fill you
but if I've past the eyes
I get to the heart
and there, a long time ago
an immense Sun faded
and it doesn't know
what it wants to be know,
end of light for the Great Time?
you have to
It's best that you don't touch me,
Stellar wind - wings of mine,
they only carry Nothing now!
You defeated Time
that wanted to be
and was E
The TempleHere is the Day as a Sallow Night.
This is the sleep that's full of sadness, full of dry frost, full of loneliness.
Full of the hate within the Pointless.
The horizon - the round temple in which
the sleepwalkers dream under a lightning,
inscribes within me like into some Today, like into Nowhere
The Great Sleep breeds searching for eternity's seeds,
souls that seed their poetry
into an ashy, harsh and unwelcoming sky.
Underneath the greenish - black shadow of the old fortress
i was watching the Bridge that the sleepwalkers cross
called by the river above and the river below,
slipping carefully so they won't smother it
The Sign of The SunThe Sun, the great, writes inside our souls,
with sunshine he writes , their irreplaceable symphony.
The eternally determined sequence
by our evanescent,
tenderly found again in an andante scents,
on a lake shore, in an autumn meadow filled glade
or strolling through the vineyard, the garden, the orchard,
those are his signatures.
Blossomed in a song, or in the fragment of a dream,
how beautiful the people are when they are happy,
like an evanescent flower necklace On Happiness's hot breasts!
A hand-holding harvests one from the other
a breeze exchange that sais:
"Friend, how the beautiful, the unspoken lies inside you,
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I wish you all a beautiful weekend.
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