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Bare Souls

It is so lonely under the starry sky.
Our soul shells washed away with the speed of life.
Emotion bones faded.
With an empty eye of own skeletons,
they count the stars on the cosmic vault,
seeking for the meaning of the life show. 
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Surrounded by a multitude - alone.
In disbelief, I count so many treacherous. 
They have hungry eyes and empty souls crawling in the mud.
They bow to the screens, 
from which a river of fog flows, 
covering their weak minds. 
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I know you exist, and you are far away. 
I can feel your breath on my face. 
I'm free to tell you all my thoughts, fears, and desires. 
I reveal to you all of my secrets. 
There is no fear - just pure joy of being naked in front of you. 
You rejoice to my naked soul as you take your veils off. 
There are all colors - it's beautiful. 
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Finally - on a sand pond - by the sea.
We are naked by all means.
Bare souls and naked bodies - you come to give me a hug.
Fairy light and wet - we merge into one being. 
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Stone Water

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Wrapped in silk, you hold my hand,

my countess.

Full of quiet fire and tenderness.

We ride winged horse carriages by our apricot plantation.

There by the sea,

wine and raspberries are waiting for us.

I fell asleep on the sand,

covered by the wind and your hand.

In front of us, a cove in stone is dreaming.

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We are in the water together,

pure folds of passion.

An icosahedron enveloped by a cube,

Plato’s house is next to it.

You are the woman because of which I seek god’s power.

To change the water color

into a shade that will make you smile.

I call upon a long line of ancestors

and all the genealogy power.

By divine influence

I change the shade of the water.

I woke up your joy and laughter.

However, all my heavenly signs are quickly disappearing.

In your hands, I am an ordinary man.

Loved and happy.

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Invisible contracts from the past are binding.

We flirt with who we indeed are,

leaving the empty shells behind.

In a world full of evil,

I know despair is not our destiny.

All the meat-fed hunger of ours,

made us converge for years,

to the same point of life

wisdom and understanding.

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You are my notebook of joy

where I write the symbols

what the waves are whispering to me.

The semantics of the record is unknown

The lines cover your right shoulder

where only my pen can write.

When the record is finally done.

Melted by your warm embrace

I become a stone.

A monument to our love.

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Acacia Trees

We are lost in the fog rolling over river waves, intoxicated with waters music. 
I can see you only, and you can see only me,
while passion between us turns into endless blue.
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In a flash, I can see
yours jump into the hug of insectoid past.
Dreaming fingers of mine and my long dark hair.
You are chasing your shadow while dreaming of me.
You will catch her only on the horizon.
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The great wall protecting my soul is collapsing,
hit by your lips and words.
Frightened, my soul emerges out.
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My flying words towards you are frozen
by dead bodies.
Our shoes are in love with the path
through the cemetery acacia.
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Rainy Day

The melancholic, cold rain makes me sad.
In the days of loud silence,
rain always called on you.
Your way into my thoughts and tears.
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Color of lead on the sky; everything is grey.
The blue is in your eyes only.
Come along and listen with me
to the drops dripping down the window.
Like once upon a time down to our curls,
while in love and smiling, 
we kissing each other under the clouds.
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Your head is on my heart.
I am silently touched by your skin.
The gentle warmth of voice.
Your hands on my face heal everything.
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Heavens Weltschmerz for all sad loves.
Maybe spring will bring something new.
New love and joy.
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Piano music is somewhere in the distance.
A full circle day is approaching.
Announcement of the golden days in Marrakech.
With flower petals on the bed
and the view of the sunny oasis day.
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Dream

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Crickets play and sing wildly
mowed fields full of grain.
A sultry summer day is behind us.
The dough of summer heat sticks to my bare breasts.
It is impossible to fall asleep.
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My queen.
Down the moonlight, you descend.
You enter the room through the window
with those magical eyes that say it all.
In whose blue depths I gladly dive.
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The coolness of your heavy silk robe falls over chest.
The velvet of the fingers cools the face and lips.
wakes me up
A hand touches the royal chest
I feel heart beating.
The red hair is on my shoulder
the freshness of this love makes everything possible.
If this is a dream,
I don't want to wake up.
Who wakes me up
he will become my nemesis forever.
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We are joined by bodies like never before.
Our dance in the semi-darkness of the house with the green yard.
I've never been this close to you. 
Now we are truly one being.
Ying and yang finally closed the circle.
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Caressing respite,
a smile on your lips.
You say - you see our dream.
Full of happy and playful children.
Five or six are playing in the yard.
Just below the clock's creator's window.
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Every hot summer day, I dream.
We swim the waters of Tonga together.
I agree to be your dream for one day.
Just to feel your fingers on my face.
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You kiss me in the eye and forehead - gently.
A sip of coffee catches in my throat.
A walk in the park, green trees.
You hide behind my coat
from the flight of the pesky bumblebee.
Each of our golden days - each is a dream.
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George Got His Gun

Spilled gasoline smell and your view
Terrified - I can see from the metal cage.
How do water drops are kissing and flowing down
hanging around your blonde curls.
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The thought, restlessness
sorrow, love, desperation ...
All that drills my skull and enters the brain.
Road, dream, tiredness, and fervor of yearning ...
I became a piece in the dragon's womb.
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Crawling in the muddy universe
I'm rolling through the memories,
Hypnotized by your heels
as they leave the circle where I lie.
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The tired rain is washing my consciousness
on the shore of a sleepy lake.
While through the bubbles of hope
love gets out the lake huge and slimy
and eats me hungrily and quickly
with the creaking tooth.
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Dragonfly

The first encounter that shakes your hands
Broken glassware in your eyes blue.
Your voice, delicate - that caresses me,
from the moment zero.
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I approach you slowly, fascinated.
You passionate kiss my lips.
The hot kisses are waking me up.
My hands look for purple chambers.
There is a hidden joy cry in my throat.
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Your smile for my greedy sip of wine
when I cool my face heat
and calming down my mad heart.
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At the top of the tower, with a view to the Danube
a few days of dragonfly life just for us.
We are one while we are drowning past traces in wine.
The harmony of our relationship is perfect
my manhood and your tenderness,
your wisdom, and my youth.
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We are alone...
Knocking on doors as a four-note motif -
interrupts the game
Our symphony of fate has begun.
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Rejected love takes off all the joy
beyond the horizon of our reach.
In the end, our symphony is about love without touch,
our stolen tenderness was left without strength
and evaporate into a misty illusion.
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Your images are in my head - breaking me.
I flush my long highlander hair curls
and powerful limbs with ice water.
The power of my passion is wild - as I walk
along the narrow corridors of the haunted tower.
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The sad beats of our symphony of longing
with endless suffering because you are here
but too far from me.
I walked away to the other end of the cemetery
so dead souls can make an abyss between us.
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The bee awakens me
All mine is still yours
my body is dead - you are not near me.
Without you, there is no true pleasure for me.
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Tree of Life

I'm entering your door, and the whole world was left outside.
It's all gone.
Two chairs and you and me.
Our bodies in the bed.
We turned into a tree of life.
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Our bodies in the fire of life and the timeless passion that overwhelms us.
As in the Far East, you are my jade wife,
and I'm your circle that closes you.
You are my ticket to the ancient, timeless life temple,
who deep peace is calling,
to lead me with an inner touch,
to the place where our souls are caressing each other.
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In the sphere of the tree of life. 
We are eternally young,
and every time it gets more intoxicating,
when I love you down the back.
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That sweet deep peace on the bottom of the chest.
With your hands, you gently placed it in my soul.
You give me your live juices,
while I'm hovering in the stellar magnetic fields.
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Cold Cliffs

Years have taken me to the top of the mountain,
The arrow of misunderstanding pierces me again
To the cliffs of hope pushed by words
from the bottom, fast water invites me.
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The waters are deep, black, cold
my soul dives, tired.
Alien breeze, the mean breeze
my love down the waves blows away.
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I drink bitterness, I swallow
I give up...
while the crying of the child haunts me.
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In a tin box down the road.
My chest threw under the hot water.
The soul drained down the drain.
The peace is brought to me by the linen cloth.
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On the Hillside

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On the slope of the forest where the nightingale nests.
There, on the downhill,
where is a hundred-year-old oak tree.
Barely embraced by your tender arms.
In Hadrian's shrine shade.
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Our garden is right there.
Your embrace is a garden to my being.
Shelter for the soul, 
food for the body.
The game of life is weaved by our hands, 
in the face and body sweat.
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Scratched by the time thorns,
we have lost hope  
However, the flowers woke up,
and their beauty tears down.
I lie in your arms and listen.
You talk about how shiny flower petals are.
All the colors are there, 
it is breathtaking.
In delight, you cover your face with your hands.
Because of the delightful song of pollen.
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You call my name, like no one before.
A magical call to the past snow avalanches.
At dusk, as the sun goes down.
Leaning against the oak, 
I still dream of you.
In your embrace, 
I seek the touch of eternity.
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