Am I dressed enough

To kill

My old skin

My old sin

We kept

I also had a lover in Berlin

We went to the sea and part of us didn't came back

And passion is not willing to be saved

Appassionata is a bit better

Not even your best memory

你从火中醒来

错过了火车站

小雨和小雪都要不高兴了

何处是自己

何处惹尘埃

Hide your negative films

There is no melody

Even your window panel screamed Alfred Mucha

The duress of the press-release

Our first paperback poetry anthology The End of the Ends is out.

For those who are in and into the abyss, for those who resist, for the only moth I know, and those who are in a love-hate relationship with some varnish in the vanished world…

Now available on Amazon, order your copy today and enjoy the songs.

All it take was

From membranes to memories

Something scattered, something else

It was the other bridge

The house being a dollhouse

All your dolls are lovely

You were in the living room playing piano

My cards were still warm in my hands

When I think about those winters

Before this dance was not made to last

In your coldness I was alive

In your warmth I was hypnotized

你所有回忆的一切

都成为了别人的羽毛

你穿过镜子去看

在下一个故事里

没有你我

Lately I've been falling love with falling leaves

Like how it's made and unmade

Put your blood in the moon flask

How does it taste with a bit of gin

那些很乖的谎言

忘掉一切的时光

Last time you were killed

You pouted

There is a bloom in every loom

For every play you wrote

was by my rule

There was always a sunspot

To bury wormwood and wormholes in it

You carry the wickerman across the field

Does it takes away the fun in burning?

To dissolve in wind, to dissolve in water

One moment I was inside you

One moment I was beside you

I saw your smile with artificial tears on

We seek to seek no more

Not knowing where does it ends

Your sense and sensibility

My copy was destroyed in the fire

It's only a greenhouse

You relish, you relive

Where a pigeon lays

With you and your dead lover

Your pavane and my pleasure

Press and you shall purr

In all the languages

I can't hear you because you

are not here

我们不能赢得时间之战

但我只看了剧本

在光影中，你的光影

在天晴里，你的天晴

So I had forger you

And you forget back

See nothing but saffron

All the mirrors are poof

All of the beds are made

A little rest of our life

A little rest

Just a little bit of endlessness

Starfishes wasted on the floor