My black lips kissing your black soul,
and over the bowl of fresh raisins,
you are playing your new role,
and your feelings - they are basic.
I am offering you a deep red wine,
you are expecting the sweetest taste,
but it is bittering and not so fine,
maybe because it was poison-based.
In the circles we are slowly wandering,
and the end is nowhere to be seen,
you stole my freedom and my wings,
there's no sign of the person you have been.





tleskám, obdivuju když někdo dokáže napsat báseň v jiném jazyce a ještě tak aby to dávalo hlavu a patu :) ..moc povedená ;)