Quiet on the sidewalk
and if the night is long
Electrical condition
game over a big city
and heart
plonjând without strings

I find slow
diluted
hand assisted soft wall
following steps
advance me
gravity

Our shoulders touching
evenings became opaque
lost their
contour
multiplied

I abandon
for some time I left surrealism
I take one dress
in which philosophy can be night
boots and sharp and sad

The eyes swimming months
the trees are gathered sorrows

banks have soft hands
trying obsessive
imponderable
and was well
dose of madness
in the park naked
muted