I am the sun. That from the plinth of shadow. Looks at something that was yesterday tomorrow. . If you went the paths of my thoughts. You could say a few words.
The time was a dispassionate observer. The frost was penetrating his thoughts. It saw what was hidden inside. His cold kisses made her blind. It was better to pretend that.
You breath so quietly. While you sleep. I wont to feel every breath of yours. I am not here. Silver smoke from your mouth. Flies away to the sky. It grows like ivy.
I am young but I feel old age. I am at the Beginning but I feel the End. Here I am the lamentable monument of pride. On the monument of world standing on the top of this.
If you give me your hand. I will not let it go. This is why I'm scared. I'm scared of not letting you go. . I want it so much. That I'm shrinking fast.
In my mind's eyes I see the path. To the gates of child's land. Fluffy moss under my feet. My hair talking with the wind. Drops of rain which have just fallen down.
The crowd is lamenting over. The tragic fate of victims. Despite the fact that about the Drama. On the stage of her ensnare soul. They are silent. . Desolate scene under the old tree's neck.
I came here to see the stained glass. And God raising his hand in the temple's window. A ray of light is shinning through. The divine soul's prism in the temple's window.
I will dance and it will make. The world rise from the dead beneath my feet. I will wave the threads of sand. That will fall on my breasts. When i finnish my dance.
When he kisses without doubt. He dances at the edge of desire. He is silent when his warm mouth. Are subjugating her conscience. . Afterwards unbidden thoughts come back.
The light conquers the darkness. Where the divine blood flows. This is the source of the Truth. And the Eternal Glory. . It awakes in my mind...everyday....
He was the first of us. He did it with a Biblie in one hand. After that quiet funeral. We were drinking wine on his grave. . Now I'm here because I want it.
'Words move, music moves. Only in time [...]". . In the labyrinth of soul. The internal voice roams. He burns the flowers of dreams. The time is his alley.
There is a theory about us. What we always never. In the background on the shadow. Another theory about us. . Today's evidence taken by the new wave. Just like the Sun which can be moved.
Life is like unfinished film. Like actors we change our faces. Playing our parts is not so easy. Under such circumstances. . I can't say I know myself.
Confiding thoughts. My skin is too loose. It covers winged arms. Dancing beneath closed eyelids. . Dancing beneath closed eyelids.... . The sleeping ancient goddess.
They promise Heaven. Where there's no Sun. They promise peace. Where there are no moments. Without the conscience scream. They promise. There are no fulfilled promises.
Of those who fed people on the great words no one survived. The words are only left. Yesterday I thought the echoes of these words. Are music inside. Today I really don't know who I really am.
Feel my hands. Touch my pale face. My touch is vulnerable like a dust. It brings you lust. He came on wings of the wind. His vision in mortal mistress dream.
Eyes that last I saw in tears. Through division. Here in death's dream kingdom. The golden vision reappers. . I saw the eyes but not the tears. . This is my affliction.