"i look into the mirror... i see pain"
"i search inside the pain.. i see dreams"
"i fly thru out the dreams.. i saw dark"
"i'm lost.. inside the dark
heard the voice of mind.. i fall apart"
"i touch my little pieces.. i burn the breeze"
"i'm lost.. inside the small cloud of breezing ashes"
"were are the profets that told my dreams i could catch a blue rose
were are the poets that wrote in sand the dream of the empiric
were is the water that took the poem in her harms
in the vast blue ocean.. in the sorrow of beauty.. the loud song of the dolphin.. to the small black hole inside me
the quiet numb reaches us both.. then.. comes the floating melodic perfume, of the platonic love dance in blue rose.

LINKUEI