I ask for forgivenessI ask for my life to fly free and tenderLike the word„Forgive me“ O GodCreator of prophets and sad voicesYou’ve done everythingGranted all the things their scentsThe farewell that is with no returnThe farewell that is with returnThe friends who fear the seaAnd hide it in their coelomThe remorse while it’s kindling…
Hope is the burden of the future. I can, in so many words, start whenever I want, but you won’t believe my character. Because what I am looking for requires some kind of authority, that’s why I try to mock, ironically, what is going on around me. I am irritable. I haven’t published one novel…
Hope is the burden of the future. I can, in so many words, start whenever I want, but you won’t believe my character. Because what I am looking for requires some kind of authority, that’s why I try to mock, ironically, what is going on around me. I am irritable. I haven’t published one novel…
