Here crumbs, hope persists

broken

even ice ages is measured

How many showed up in the wall-it sour

laugh of sadness camouflage cap

pain ointment snow

and zeal that falls on my head

as to be by
stories

Why I sometimes need a story

that to say-you-go for months

until Saturday evening,

Hot foot breathe spent clay

melancholy metal body gives

shine so like the self îmbătării

the floor laughing in the light flap

glorified fruit and bit of a kiss

no-doubt, all-of the world get to a point

would go through and put everything into account

the infinite knowledge ungrateful deposit

My only pain-nfruptă of me

humiliated by saps

All pain before
medieval in claw possession, obsession,

(all wireless-n would be progressive)

vanity not move all the place

but of course it’s not only that-n

crater producers repeatable natural hands,

metaphysical as

truth slowly and gently lit

the smile of a seed-n deep

who dreamed of the snow

buds longing for world-the Forest

I-stubborn-melancholic

I think and bits of

wind …