... или "Последният ден на мечтателя"
Едва сутрин е, а вече чувам как земята отвън се разтваря, за да ни погълне. Тя гърми и трещи, но аз просто спускам щорите и се мушвам под завивките. Мисля си, че така трябва, че така е устроен светъ...

Mirrors, mirrors, one by one
fall and crash, but maybe some
could reflect this heart of mine...

Will you take my soul
if I leave it on the street?
And will you give me seas and shores

Look through the glass
my house can be seen from here
A coffin to go -

Blindfolded
Turn off the lights
And let the darkness bring us closer.

Here is a medal
Those bombs keep falling, and so do our friends,
but the others stay there, for it"s us they defend.

Something"s going on
you can tell
although they hide it pretty well...

Mary Sue
With her flowing hair and sparkling eyes
she looks at you and - big surprise! -

Това стихче посвещавам на algue, или както си я знам аз - на Вес, която не спира да ме удивява и вдъхновява. С нейно разрешение написах това, защото е основано и до голяма степен взаимствано от нейното творение - "Аз съм това, което ти б...

Slipping
Oh, how lightly he slips through the door
like cold air, sea waves on the shore.

After you
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Has time stopped or is this just a frozen clock?

- I should call him.
- Don"t.
- It"s an innocent call. People make them ll the time. Just to see how he"s doing. There"s nothing bad in caring, isn"t there?