Day by Night

Day by Day yet free not yet. Closed. Again. Opened, but clouded. Locked away. Night by night yet salt not sweet. Send Sunday flowers. Send magical storms. Send magical stories. At the end of spring there was a light, far greater than the orient. When scented blossoms reached their outer pink in dimensions that has never met another life beyond the photosynthesis can produce oxygen. As far as we remember, always side by side but yet leave a hand, to develop new colours. And when you begin to be satisfied, it is the day, the day the night.

Capsi

Baby no... why would I give up on your soul? Why would I give up on your heart? Step back, look again, look forward, remember the past. Step one, step twice, u want me to ignore our feelings? The sun is over Timisoara. One leave falls, another is growing. I ll watch out for you. Always.

Sunday Drops

It is a Sunday morning. Like every Sunday morning every week. She looks at me. I see a fire in her eyes. But she knows how to extinguish it. Its her morning. Its the truth she discovered, the truth that no one wants to go for, because no one wants to go through the fire. They will never see whats on the other side, if she stops crying. Its the fire in her eyes. But she knows how to extinguish it.

Milky-Way

Walking sorrows over splendid days. The soul that will recover the heartbeat. The deep needs of facing the truth. The sun goes up and down, goes dark and all around the neighborhood. The clouds are covering the stars. So many people that are sharing their life without being in love. The more that don't but are. Do stars think about the end of the milky-way?

Achterbahn

Eins auf Zwei. Drei Vergessene. Vier gehen voran. Fünf geben auf. Sechs vergessen. Sieben verstehen. Acht auf Bahn.

Mind Game

And never have I even thought about to think a thought.

Let me worry 'bout it

Step back. Still. Stand. There, right there. Shhhhhhh Come here. Close. Listen. Close your eyes. Look, what do you see? Wait. Breathe. Feel. Can you answer your questions now?