If someone steals the moon
from the sky
And brings home,
Then he is not a thief,
He is a poet.
In darkness, light
Is beautiful
That’s why I have love for the light
And an unconditional love for the darkness.
"Is my heart somehow pure white? For the scars of wounds that appear, never fade away."
"My house inside you
is broken,
And your house inside me
is sky-kissing."
I don't know anything else
Except for love.
If I don't love you,
I will become unemployed.
The shadow has become a stranger,
Containing your figure,
She is coming to me.
Pain and poetry
Caress silence of distance
To unite souls in bodies.
Observing the moon,
The night sleeps,
And I remain awake,
Gazing at your black mole,
On the body of the moon.
Observing the moon,
The night sleeps,
And I remain awake,
Gazing at your black mole,
On the body of the moon.