Overwhelmed,Oh weary your eyes...I could see there the deep lakesAnd a wood's thousand milesI'd smell the rye fields In your blowzy hairAnd would pray For every your breath of the air.Take care.Dec 5, 2013...

Dropping shadows, like a veilGrey English sky, the cloud's tail,Above thy head there's th' diming fume, My friend, pass through. Oh blessed truth... Thy sky eventually will end up blue. Dec 19, 2013...

From beneath a black thin coat The wind blew out my poor soul The weather management got angry Got me covered with the snow I was hugging a radiator All my dreams went to a tube The morning breakfast went cold later We were...