I'm back. Many foreigners

.Always grateful for today, tomorrow, and then until dyingIf we do not already have what we like, then make sure what we have today. Because it is part of gratitude to Him.
Only
The quiet stay.
More deserted me on the curves of the road;
more quiet anyway when between
who hopes and who takes off.

The left ear is still turned
drawn anxiously intermittently
as bright as ever
thunder

Two black eyes are the blue matahati
two black eyes are very familiar miss language.
Missing is not a woman's only
and both are the same know, and both are without shame.
Two black eyes sink in the fragrant flesh
beauty without silk, without a rainbow.
Two black eyes is a dimly lit house
a cup of afternoon coffee and a hidden memory.

I'm just a blind letters
meaningless without dim light
on the dim roof of our city
even if you never say it.

every conversation I vomited,
You say; just drink the blood.
Suddenly I'm confused
Whose blood is this?

We are never eternal
always trying to trap the time
even if we both know
this pile of lonely corpses will never come true
and leaving only the rancid in the cramped space
my bedroom.blind letters
meaningless without dim light
on the dim