Saturday, 10 March 2012


whatever was in my share, I tried to make
them beautiful, there's no complaint 
to destiny, helplessness later
became the citation, the
multi erosion of
cannot stop to climb the embankment, in
any case, your love holds the arms, 
protects your vision from 
drowning; life blooms 
among the thorns,
the advent of
the fragrance is  sure, the purity of -
veneration existed inside the
heart, exterior beauty has 
a mere illusion; not 
more than that,
and that's 
why, even after losing everything, life
doesn't accept the defeat - - -