Never before, I was so pleased for the
violent death of my beloved persons
In no other epoch
the awareness of my evil self wasn’t  able
to born such huge masterpieces of soul’s harmony

Don’t know what I want to say!
And don’t know how I want to say it
I will leave the silent to express the deepest creative concerns of my ego

And fear for the safety of our beloved body: 
The only thing that dominate in lonesome narcissism.

Congestion that feeds the loneliness
Another great idea.

Brings to mind the words of an inferior deposed god,
that now is taking places in alphabetical order in gypsy’s  feasts:
“Never you were so alone if you think about it,
always you had loneliness by your side”

As anyone easily can speak with flying word
sediments of deepest  quality of soul
Quintessence of overweight inexistence

Everything in some border outpost
in more distance boarders of mind,
forgot wholly the language as a tool of communication.

For now only as a tool of self satisfaction
of most inner superhuman compulsion.

Emptiness!!!

You are most filthy liar!
Self, you are liar I’m telling you.
You are plague.

Every phenomenon that frequent is a plague.
Every plague is a daughter of habit.

There where dogs are crying
In the places where biting humans mouths.

Madness

Shadows of people are dirtying the walls.
Best man’s friend is a man.
Best dog’s friend is a dog.