is reflecting the white cloud of my heart
stands full of useless clothes worn souls
In the street of warm hearts,
cold stained glass
Is falling asleep painted by angels with hands of Manole
Black Icar's wings are flapping their helplessness
Like a bat flapping its thirst of dark

Your eyes are carving in me blue silences
Forget-me-nots stalagmites dumb bones
My irises are absorbing the steam of the colours
Which keeps leaking pathetically
From the vandalized stained glass
The town is drinking the chrism of the dumb rains,

Buying disillusions, sharing milipedes / splendour in grass/
Painting the happiness of shaking stars.
Separating the unleashed ocean by the Dead Sea.
(still) Drawing a map or a halt,
Letting the wolves to tear with their claws
Thousands of shop windows
You drink your bitter happiness in the unpaved street

The ladder of heart carved on the granite marble of light
Is leaning on the shattered-glassed sky
The dark inside of me is blossoming
(too) angelically the roses/ the stained glass of a pink rainbow/
The love wizard of Oz.