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

The desert is dripping with dew,
Tiny life giving drops dripping...

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

How to cope with silence....
To start a day is easy...

Kiss my lips in passion,
grab me before I fall...

Innocent morning after,
The first encounter...

The lucky one
I feel I am the lucky one...

Inside me grows joyful feelings,
Along with the tensions of loneliness...

Striking a piano key,
Feeling the vibration...

I am between flood and tide,
A part of me is flooded with emotion...

I often talk to myself,
On poems which cannot be read...

My lips are tickling,
I didn't understand this...