Poem Intuit

Shadow is the ego that the light's personality owns, Cold air is the little brother of one that the sun loves, Inner mind is when loud words want to play hide and seek, Death is only city break for life. What love stand for? Hate?, stoned heart?, dark soul? It looks to me that there's no match, 'cause can't be without.

Lipicios precum e apa, uneori e gandul meu, Caci el nu adera, ci patrunde-n trupul tau, creierul tau El sta sa salasluiasca, sa fie bun ambasador, Pentru a filtra si transpune, in mod clar si exact, Soapta, vorba si grairea ce eu incerc sa rostesc. Nu pentru ureche ori minte, tot cuvantu-i adresat, Ramane verbul, el ce conteaza, Pe el altceva il afla. Il stie fiinta ta.