Pilgrim

The pilgrim is looking for a hidden place. When he's hungry and thirsty. When he longs to wash dust from his legs. He wanders to mountains' foot. Day and night the sky is his vault.

Perihelion

And he was here. Space is his feature, so don't ask what's on the end. Time is his feature, so don't ask what was before. Who clapped his hands, snapped his fingers.

Perfect Message

on the surface, everything seems to make sense. things vibrate and forms all states of matter but go deeper. to the realm of a quantum, and all sense is lost.

Our Friends

No Cover

you know the sky before the storm. when the dark sun covers the clouds. . when all around us sadness falls. before ligtning kisses the ground. we are scared.

Neet To Rest A While

Needless

And another waiting. ... thousands of days disappear in the fog. And another dream. ... the gallery of grey faces. And another forgotten faces. ... it's easy to hurt somebody.

My Little World

one touch was enough to join our worlds. every movement of yours is for me a miracle. even though we have never met to join our worlds. . I observe your struggle for life with desire to protect you.

Miracle

The silence..the silence and the dark. neverending tunnel in empty space. the movement... the only movement and the whole empire. of silence is forever lost.

Inner Rivers

a silent face can tell and shout. the flow of will shall mark the sings. let your palms be spoken out. thousand stories, thousand lines. . as it springs the river thru our minds.

In Your Palms

In the morning you turn. The stars in your palm. Your throw them. On the velvet sky like a gambler. You smooth them with your palm. Maybe you're trying to read them.

In The Abyss

Masses of snow high above my head. I didn't know that snow can be black. I'm lying on icy ground... the end is coming. dark derides me. . Black cold makes my finger sway.

Immaculate...innocent

Your glowing breath. Tears of blood... pain... lust. Twisted bodies... souls... minds. Names were forgotten. Words are needless. . Space fades away... time has stopped.

How The Angels' Wings Burnt

Immersed in my armchair. I'm leaving my body. I'm watching the atomic hell unleashed beneath me. I'm alone... only I'm to see.... Who decide it about?.

History

A stone arises slowly from a rock. Cold and grey. Stones wear down to a sand with time. Cold and grey. The sand falls through the fisted palm. Which only dust remains on.

Fragments

I'm falling from the sky. I want to glue wings of screams. Touch the clouds full of water. . Once the world falls down. Which I'm retreating from. And moisten chapped lips.

Fly With A Dove

When the bound of day falls. sky-line glows as your passion. the scent of anquish small. though only such futile impression. . A night queen runs along my lid.

Endless

By the landscape where you're hearing the shadows sing. Where clouds are dancing the dance of anxiety. You can meet us there...you don't have to scare.

Ecstasy

Dune

Maybe there's crater of oasis behind another dune. Who knows?. I don't want to guess. I want to go on and make myself sure. I want to see another shadow behind the hill.