In the vapours of opium
In a smoky Paris salon
Like a black-and-white photo
It's a kind of deja vu
Dancing girls
Their faces veiled
Naked bellies
Empty stares
Hissing snakes
Around their necks
You are there but you don't care

Absinthe in your mind an

Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees
Of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wine
White shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here wandere

Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset
spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces
The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb
life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands
Blood

And when sky will burn by fire of purple
And the earth will tremble under my feet
I won't tell anything i will fly high driven on
The angel winds or i will fall straight to the dark abyss
I won't tell anything, i will stay somewhere far, far
Where? Don't ask for it man, fly a

Sad
Sad'n' sufferin'
That's the reward for eternal life
The red colour of a sunrise like blood
Pulsatin' in my veins
Shadows of the mother's tears
The nameless desert of an abyss
Dark'n' bare
Walls of my prison
Are screamin' out the voice of the past people

Breeze

Image like fast spliced line
Covered by the rough knots just like the bark covered
by the brown knags.

In the middle of the dead world left ship stands
With droped sails without the crew.

In the middle of the sea of dry sand stands
Stands without a

Bridge To A Desert

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge
a bridge to a desert
a hope in empty words is like the sand,
the sand that burns my soul
with a glow of desires

Who was I?
Who Am I?
Who'll I be?
Should I try?

Can we stop the

Winter forest
Winter patterns on the trees
Trudging through the horny bushes
Snow is cracking
Underneath my feet
Broken branches
Shadows grey
My eyes can hardly see
So full of tears

Winter forest
I can hear chanting monks
And his heart so cold and si

A rude awakening, I realize
There's cold obsession in my eyes
An alien face that i have to show
Belonged to me then Some years ago
I'm not myself

I've killed my feelings,I'm soulles ice
There's cold obsession in my eyes
My hidden self comes, comes out again
Now

Colder Than Ever

Wooden grief
lost in silence
dream of life
cold as shudder

Every day from birth
only way I walk.
loosing my own breath
fool with ticking clock

Bitter sorrow
made by moonlight
the guest snake
fortunate gambler

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Cruel

What did you give
Give to the man
Mind that can only fell'n'suffer
Heart made with
With daub smiles
Meaningless words
And bottomless torment.

What did you give to the man
when he with bowed head
With storm of feelings'n'passions
Div

Cult

One day I saw a fear
in the eyes of the clown
dancing in the middle of my dream
selling prescribed grief
the short cut of knife
that forbade to breathe
the caravans of life

The marriage of nothingness
and greyness was joy with short
burst

The rows of the even planted old trees
standing like the aged monuments of tradition
passed on of the eternal rule of light
immortal stigma and the chains for brain
The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood
flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human

[Fragments of Leopold Staff's Poem]

Episode Man

He was passing my world
Whistlin' the melody
In the simple suit with hands in his pockets
Dirty pieces of paper
Was floatin' in the air
And he was marchin'
Over'n'over again.

I've never seen his face.
Never heard his melody
I've ne

Float To Escape

Cold waves
Of the foaming flood
Over the lowland
Of gray soil
The flowin' like an impulse
From hearth to the brain
Impulse of salvation
When I was dying

Driving the darkness away
Closing the eyes
Tryin' to escape
From

In the holy river Ganges
In the river of karma and souls
Shiva speaks to the Goddes Kali
Gentle breezes carry his voice
In the holy river Ganges
Pilgrims wash away their sins
And the water kisses their bodies
Like the priestess of your dreams

At the Sati Ritual

I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul
I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad
Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock
The picture of the dying people monuments of black tales
Glaciers melted from the glow of thousands of hells

Haila

Hear
what I brought
with my fear

Hear
What I thought
scars I feel

Born in the crowd
of the rusty pleasures of your kind
burn like a shout
that'll never rise from your heart
Fall
Never cry alone
Fall
Never cry alone

The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof
This is the end of every song man sings
The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain :
Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as pain
And hope health have gone the way of love
Into the drear oblivion of lost things
Ghosts go along with