Butterflies of folded Love letters,
Dies upon a your arrival in the airport...

A letter to remind us of love,
Count to hundred with closed eyes...

A late summer afternoon reflection
The purring rain blown in the whole atmosphere...

I'm embracing the pain,
Filling life in my vein...

I am sitting in my normal place,
Looking out on the neighbors garden...

Don't ask me to explain myself
I can't stand up for my ideals...

Dried flowers blooms
Years ago all had them on their shelf's...

I paint colours in the sky,
You might sense the rainbow...

Normally I don't show myself
I am always totally covered...

I am watching the skies
Looking for changes...

Hurbanovo Namestie Your softness,
Underlines our feelings and mood...

Where angels; do dare to fly in dark.
The sky is like summers were there is a lark...