Can you hear that pitty noise???

It could be his freezing voice...

...

My head just want to blow up once,

and the presure will make my trance... 

Once was foggy day and you at home stay…

Was it in May?

… who can say… ?

Breaking words we disappear from liquid life,

trying to touch we stay blind,

lost in our lies we never find way out,

and wings will not grow up…

Lying on a grass we feel falling clouds on our lips.

I smell you again.

You breath is frozen and I am stone waiting for a flash to warm me…

Sunday walk …    ….    ….  hangmans shirts just talk…