The sea ...
embrace,
Buried in the sands ...

Curled anglers fishing line,
Caught in the network of our souls ...


Forgive me my love ...

It's too late ...

Thinking about something
It's too late ...
To you, I smell, you need air ...

Lie in such a vast pool of ...

Forgive me my love ...


jeans
Water collected

And stuck ...
I think we are firmly vlipli ...
I think it went out the sun ...


Forgive me my love ...


Quiet ...
I can not hear any hours
Neither the gulls ...

Dutifully turn off the heart ...
And you're in the sand, as if in bronze


Forgive me my love ...