Oh music! Like falling on a silk bed And feel it caress And cuddle your face.

I take pleasure looking at you You are so beautiful boy You look as if As if As if you were kissed by the sun.

Here's some advice - I hope you take it, Keep on smilin', we're gonna make it! Don't let stuff get you down, Find a reason to upside-down your frown! Don't stop tryin' to be your the best, We'll get by after a bit of rest. We'll watch some games and eat some food, Let's give things a chance and experience some good! Just makin' rhymes and lookin' for a reason, To enjoy life and this great season!

Another moment Another byte It is a breathtaking land So much to see So much to grasp There is beauty all around.

It is been a while I do not see you I do not know what you are doing I hope you are fine But I have this little thought I hope, I hope. Think of me sometimes. Ok?

There is joy In having free souls around People with whom you can connect This is the elixir of life.

You are like the stars I see you are I believe I can touch you I reach You are far.

From the dust in the hand of God With a whisper in a storm In the presence of a quiet hum Watching a chicken cross the road Then creating Adam With a long odyssey ahead Breathing life into the egg

Talk to me A word from you Lights up a fire On this winter day.

I like my boy In all ways and manners I could go on writing for days But the trait I love more He has got "I won't hurt you" face.

What scares you? Existence; Existence is scary.

I like your imagination I always want to find an excuse To talk to you And when I do I always smile.

Every time I write a line I take some more space I create a limb A jaw I am hollow And fainted in real world I create myself Only in poetry.

Your words were violent I flinched It happens often in the city I am used to it.

Hear me, brethren of the Shadow, you consecrated few, do not lament the light that shrank to cinder dust, in the eternal fault, the failure calcified. Who taste the bitter loam where broken faiths accrue. For we are pledged to higher architecture, built on trust. We work where mercy ends and memory has died. We do not fashion keystones for some blessed spire, scraping the shales of sorrow, purged of name and shame. Our qu...