POETRY | PROSE | ART
03/04/2017

I go
And stop
Again

I want
You
It's only you
I want 
Like I just
Want
Myself.

Illiustration: Yayoi Kusama 'Infinity mirror room'
15/08/2016

Sometimes I
Don't live
Just sink
Into the
Knowing
Deeper.

Illustration: unknown Author
08/08/2016

FRYDA

To learn
To believe
A heart
More
Than
Life
To hear
When
Love
Comes
And you
Still cry.

Illustration: Mini.Q, Loui Christophe, 'Close'
22/07/2016
Sometimes big cities of a heart come between us and we get lost in them. How lucky we still have our hearts dreaming - it is a way to finally meet, to move out of our lonely spaces and to trust again. In love.

Illustration: NUO D'AI | POI S'ON
15/07/2016

Others
They don't know
How I feel
This way
When it's
Your name
I say.

Illustration: Hothouse Flowers - Luca Gadjus, Harper's Bazaar UK, 2015
19/05/2016

You are more
Than a line
And a dot
More than a doubt
Easier
Than waiting
Installed
In my heart.

Illustration: unknown
Listen: Margaux Avril - Lunatique
17/05/2016

All
Women
Are flowers
All
In hands
The gardens
Blossom
Will you
Love
All of me
All of me
Or you
Just look
Awesome.
Illustration: Eugenia Loli, 'Speech on Days Past'
16/05/2016

Can you
Find
Silence
With yourself
When rain
Is over.

Illustration: Yvette Inufio, ‘Early morning light‘
15/05/2016
I open up
To you
How hard
It is
To have
A faith
In kindness.

Illustration: photographer Kelsey Goodwin
10/05/2016
You lift me up to space and then crush to the slightest trifles. And you shake me so deeply, that I shiver to the tiniest pieces. Then I am collecting myself from the Earth for months, but such lows make you look even bigger. (from 'The Unwritten Books About Us', 2016)

Illustration: photographer Ilaria Orsini | 'Hunter' magazine, S/S 2014
04/05/2015
You
Undress
And dress
Me
With words.

Illustration: Nhu Xuan
02/05/2016
I used
To be
So long
But wasting
Why
Yourself
For one
Who does
Not need
Some.

Illustration: unknown

28/04/2016
- Stay with me..!
- So tell me then, how can you love me, when you don't even know how to love yourself?! You are empty and I won't fill you up, because there, in your heart,...there's a hole!! (from 'The Unwritten Books About Us', 2016)

Illustration: Net Linz, 'Numen/For use', OK centre for contemporary art

26/04/2016
Are you aware it is so easy to get lost in a big city if you don’t accept and know yourself well? When it was hard for me, I always tend to be willing to go home – to return to the place where I can sit on the corner of the bed naked with curtains closed and listen to my favorite tunes. Do you know you were like that big city to me – I got lost in it as much as inside of myself back then too. I still miss the time when you were my home. However, I am different now and everything moves to somewhat mist. Do you still remember me? And when you do, do you want me? (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2016)

Illustration: unknown
21/04/2016
And I saw
The world
Dancing
Happiness
With longing
And a teardrop
Offering apology
In silence
When gently
I was calling it
The name
I love.

Illustration: Candy magazine | Photographer Damien Blottière
11/03/2016
You will
Leave me
Hundred times
More
So what

I'll be angry
Will suffer
Be silent
And question
Is it worth it
To live
More we want
When we're loved
By someone.

Illustration: who is the Author?

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04/03/2016
You have changed
My thoughts
You gave them
Names
And invited
Sun.

Illustration:  who is the Author?
24/02/2016
Feelings
Will
Remain
In city
Trees
In forest
Walls
A dream
To start
Let
Everybody
Hear it
Your
Heart
Has loved
Another heart.
Illustration: Private Wedding | In Beeld Met Floor
22/02/2016
And so
You
Remember
My eyes
My anxiety
How much longer
How much more
Will you keep
Delaying
Life.
Illustration: who is the Author?
21/01/2016
                              WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN I CHANGE YOU ALL

Another overslept alarm, the right leg climbing from the linen reluctantly, then the left leg, unmade bed and spilled on coffee, while acting like a hushed canary as I am shamefully late. And here the great thought, that have already visited more than a half of the world’s wiseacres, is born - I will change it all, I will change, I will go to bed early today, I will wake up early tomorrow and I will save the day! And it doesn’t matter this whole thing happened half a year ago - even the very thought still brings me joy now.

To formulate and forget. To wish and to neglect. To promise and not to start. Our times will probably be remembered as the beginning of awakening, accordingly, it is so funny and sweet at the same time to watch this all. There are more then ever seminars, articles, books and interviews about an art of the awakening and you get lost. Later on your develop a headache. I wish you do nothing to yourself using force, but would wake up calmly, with a smile and you would understand as well - everything and anything might happen in this life. I find you adorable even when you are getting off on the wrong foot.

If you don’t know yet, the change of you and me is natural and inevitable, because the improvement is happening constantly ‘now’. Nature changes itself into the most amazing shapes each second - and you were allowed to choose how and at what pace to become. Better. A will to be perfect might take you away from you, but a will to be more perfect is proper. So that is how you are beginning to change - at your own pace, with warmth and faith, that you can do more.

We are all connected - if I change, you change too, and the whole environment as well. It takes not an hour, a day or a year - it takes our whole life. If you didn’t love yourself even once and ate only buckwheat all week long just to fit in those one size smaller pants, if you wanted to learn a new language in thirty days or if you decided to cut the hurtful relationship from the next Monday...This is very good indeed, because you have learned - it takes time to put everything in places and the rush is not helping to do so.

There are people, who want to change everyone, but the world will change without their help itself. Just love and change yourself first if you think you need that and if you want it so badly. I will confess - I find you awesome even a little sleepy, and secretly opening the fridge door at night, and threatening to go live in the woods separately one day. You are what you believe. Everything else - is just an outside noise. Stand up, close the window and sink into your bed linen. You will dream wonderful dreams in the cozy silence of your world. This is how a new morning will come. And you will wake up. Like the rest of us. New.

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http://axmonaco.com/why-nobody-wants-you-to-become-happy/
http://mattglow.com/shits-n-giggles/short-overview-world-rigged-fail/
http://www.joanalove.com/stories/the-society-and-you/
http://javelingaworld.com/easy-read/152/
Illustration: POI S'ON
20/01/2016
                       ABOUT BEAUTIFUL WOMEN YOU WOULD PUSH OFF THE CLIFF

Finally a fairy tale book page with an illustration of the main character opens. Sharp scream. A little girl is struck by modest hysteria - the princess is not beautiful after all! Now you can send greetings to her mother, aunt or grandma, whose previous commentaries have just paid off. Let’s just hope you were brought up by personalities and grew up into one. However, most of us dreamed of becoming princesses. We have been raised on the beauty yeast -  a perfectly ready snack from insecurity and low self-esteem for a forever hungry society.

I agree beauty is beautiful itself. It is hard not to notice it, that's why there is nothing more sad than a woman denying other woman’s beauty and dreaming of pushing her off the cliff. Wait no, whereas it is even more sad, when a beautiful woman is being lured near the cliff by a rejected man’s ego. Beauty opens hearts, car doors, wallets, involves you into intrigues, even danger - and I would choose to be beautiful anyway, if someone inquired me.

Do you remember, how politely standing in a queue for candies at the kindergarten left you with the anise ones you hate? In the beauty division it is much worse: no one gets behind, but there is no opportunity left to take what you want - you get what you get. Naturally, most of the women are comparing themselves with neighbors, girlfriends or movie stars for years after feeling disadvantaged incorrectly as well. Anyway you can improve yourself, you have to get in peace with yourself, you have to accept yourself, it is better to love yourself. But a beautiful woman is born that way. And so - here she is walking down the street.

Have you ever passed her by? A stylish wavy walking beauty with nice features? You just passed by an specific woman with a typical pout: she is so unhappy as if she failed fitting in her clothes after a maternity holiday, angry as if she found out about her husband mistress for the very first time, sad as if she saw a ran over kitty and disgusted as if she just stepped into the ‘pile’ with her new shoes. If a crowd decided to push her off the cliff - I would help definitely.

What is it that beautiful women forget about the most? When you are beautiful - you ‘all’ are being noticed, including the behavior. When I was a teenager, I came across a phenomenon when a nicely behaving person is seen so much more beautiful and, on the contrary, the beauty starts fading away and becomes even hardly bearable. Beauty is a wonderful gift you become responsible for. Celebrate it and let others celebrate as well. Go to the street and deny the myth that beautiful women are not smart and nice. Become such a warmth radiating woman everyone longing for coziness approach willingly.

Women magazines are still giving advice: if you want to get man’s attention - pretend to be indifferent, a little dumb, gloomy. Then he will feel an implacable urge to get attention of a princess, to make her laugh, to comfort, to provide. Shortly said, he will take her to the castle to give a trouble free life. Could you throw this rubbish thoughts at last - unless you need a jackass. I asked the men I know what they think of obnoxious beautiful women. The answer was simple: a real man will feel only one implacable urge - to push you off the cliff, but he won't do so. He is better educated than you are.

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Illustration: POI S'ON
16/01/2016
                                    DO YOU ALREADY KNOW, WHAT POISON IS?

I am writing to You and about You. You inspire me: instead of living a quiet and simple life, You always search for at least a drop of poison. You go, experiment, suffer, fall in love, abandon, break, stroke, value. What will happen next? It is going to be even more interesting as You cannot live simple anymore. I am the same as You are - it is just easier for me to write about it, so I sit down and write. I share a life with You, because we dream of the same things. We dream to be real. You already had enough of poisonous love. You don't want to wake up with a tear on a wooden heart. You have always felt there is something more, something that brings light. Do You know that You become what You believe? Who do You choose to be then...? You will get to taste poison in this life anyway, but let it be only a drop - the safest dose of reality that collects mind, cause feelings and seduces to live. I knew it You want to come with me. Come closer if You are not scared. 

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Illustration: POI S'ON
09/01/2016
Today
You are
More real
Than yesterday
Because
Each day
I love you
More.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
05/01/2016
                          ​WHAT HE TALKS ABOUT, WHEN LOVE PLUGS YOUR EARS

Winter - is magical time, when it gets dark outside so fastly and when you crave for love so badly. It is time, when you are sitting close to the cafe window and tea in your cup is almost cold, but every time the door opens, not the guy you are expecting, enters. You are ready to let the feelings come to your life again. Unfortunately, you want them so much that every warmer glance, touch or matching opinion is perceived as love in a blink of an eye. I totally understand you, but I want you to be happy, so let me show how you take a journey to the relationships that later hurts.

I know that you were going crazy all day long trying to do your tasks planned. Good girl - you showed up in a cafe on time, although women are allowed to let themselves be politely late. Tired after day activities, you were preparing yourself for a date for about an hour anyway: the best underwear, charming dress, vanilla scent perfume. You even removed all the unnecessary hair in all the necessary places and it took you the last effort to draw the right eye 'arrows' with a trembling hand as well. You are beautiful now, but I find you beautiful any time. I hope you know, that all this is not the most important: a man that loves you will fancy you in the morning and even after you used all the napkin package after a touching movie.

Eventually, cafe door opens and He enters being exactly twenty three minutes late. Just know, that in every city of the world at the moment there is the same woman like you is sitting in a cafe. You are a man's dream with plugged ears. And now you can only expect, that a man will be either dumb enough not to 'scan' that state of yours, either honorable enough not to use all this.

In this case, I will not go deeper why the man was so late: maybe His jealous boss, willing to collapse your future life, gave Him to recalculate the project budget after seeing your message in a work phone, maybe electricity went off while shaving a beard or maybe your loved one is just an irresponsible fool.

Now, in this moment, this is the most crucial: you are a woman that soon might experience another disappointing relationship story. It has happened not even once to me, my girlfriends, their sisters, colleagues and neighbors. It can happen to any woman that is craving for love. To a woman, who has her ears plugged with cotton candy. I have been observing you for a long time and I want you to know: you are risking your happiness not listening to what the man says in the early relationship stages. When you plug your ears, you become a woman without standards and a woman without standards usually comes to a man that has no place for her happiness in his life list.

Are you the one acting this way, when love plugs your ears? Are you smiling, while He tells you how His friend screwed his life deciding to get married, even though you dream to get married? Are you nodding your head in agreement, while He is getting bored watching the naughty little villains from the next table, even though you dream of having the same two raving kids? Are you ignoring his disrespectful remarks on his ex-girlfriend and family members? Do you agree to continue this date at His home? Are you not feeling anxious, when He blurts out not knowing what He wants from life? Don't you really notice He complains about everything? Are you still able to drink your tea being calm, when He acts like He knows it all and is always right?

You are a wonderful woman who deserves love and that is why I don't wish after eight years of cohabiting you suddenly realized - you have nothing reminding of happiness. I don't want you to make excuses in front of your girlfriends that you are OK without marriage and to prove your mother that having children is a burden way too complicated, and I don't want you to burn in flames of shame when He argues with your colleagues on the topics He really has no clue about. If everything is so good, why your eyes don't shine? And where did that life joy disappeared? You have refused it at very time sitting next to the cafe window, when it was snowing so beautifully outside and you have chosen to plug your ears.
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We call 'love' many things that only remind love. More I analyze the unsuccessful relationships, clearer I see that for those it is us being responsible. Now put your hand on your heart and admit to yourself: there were so many signs at the very start that told you 'it is not Him'. Weren't there? You are more clever now. Don't be afraid to listen and to hear. Don't be afraid to be single and even lonely. Don't be afraid to have a vision of your happiness. The real love finds the ones who are looking for it and recognizes it as well. The rest is just a cotton candy - a sweet flavor you want so badly. Cotton candy melts fastly leaving a sickly taste. Your happiness is on the way and I promise you - it will be the way you believe it to be. It will be bright and beautiful as a new morning. And yes - it will be real. 
03/01/2016
To live with
What does not
Exist
Is worse than
Not to live.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
01/01/2016
I don’t want to ruin you, because life becomes worth very little then and is coming to an end fastly. I love you as gentle as it takes to ask life to protect you and not to hurt. I wish you to find everything what you are talking about while you are asleep and what you are afraid to remember while eating breakfast. You are worth the most beautiful love of all, because there is nothing more beautiful when it shines in your eyes. And only then you are a happy one - thousand of earth stars get jealous of it. (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“, 2016)
[Illustration: Miglė Kirklytė]
2016
19/12/2015
When you look at me like that, my body is being flooded by the warmth of the universe. I thank for each and every second of it. You know - I will always love you for yourself. For the way you have changed me and inspired me to live. Do you remember, how lost I was, how disappearing I felt back then, but you have noticed something amazing in me. You have noticed some sequence, some beginning that only expresses in time. You have helped me to understand, that life is like a game of moving boxes: if you want to make a move, you have to empty a place first. So I have emptied the place and everything began to change. Perceptions started coming one after another and finally a place for you appeared in my life - for the one, who helped me to become. Myself. (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: NUO D'AI]
14/12/2015
And there is nothing I can do about it - I like you the most. I need you. I think of you. Yes, I am naive, because I believe in a thing that breaks hearts and creates new lifes. I believe in a power that draws the unseen contours, that does not let to even have a doubt in your choices and that finds you when you no longer have strength to wake up in the morning. I am here and I am waiting for this miracle. Everything else does not make me sparkle. (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[[Illustration: Mary Higgins Clark, 'Asesinato en directo'
knygos viršelis]]
29/11/2015
Misty
Structures
Felt into
The hair
I feel
As if you
Are already
There.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
24/11/2015
If you
Come back
To one
Who feeds
Your fears
You choose
The love
Where
Fakes
Happiness
Appears.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
23/11/2015
A thousand
Hugs
I need
From you
For just
One
Sleepless
Night.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
16/11/2015
I release you
I release you
With a gift
Of love
We swim
Through
The oceans
To welcome
Light
I bless
You.
[Illustration: Infinity Mirror Room by Yayoi Kusama]
13/11/2015
We
Dance
Our dance
Under
The pillows
Without
The masks
And others.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
09/11/2015
When your thoughts do not match with your feelings, let yourself to feel. Respect your feelings - they will show you the way, like the light wakes up the night. (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
02/11/2015
You are
Everywhere
You are
Out of me
And 
With me
Because
I am
You.
[Illustration: Enrico Ghira]
31/10/2015
It is just fascinating to me how fast it all ends. How promises get used up and life together becomes unbearable. I see your face now differently. You are distant and inside I feel that relentless wish to make everything to come back. Who do we become without one another? Why do we live lonely? This is useless. I would now give ten years of my life for your tender hug. Do you hear me?  (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
31/10/2015
And who
Are you
To tell
Me
And I
Became
Myself
In time
More than
A part
Of you.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
27/10/2015
At last I slump down into the bed and close my eyes. I think of how free and happy I am. I never thought it will be so good not to want you, not to create illusions and wait for your messages. I used to live in endless tension. Executives of the successful companies have their personal assistants. You used to have one too. In conclusion, I was your personal fool: I did a great job trying to make you a man you are not. It is even hard to believe I used to moan because of your every move, but seeing you on the street today made me go another direction. Telephone brings one and one more message from the outer world, but I turn the sound off. I wrap myself into white silky sheets and blissfully sink into sleep. (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Denver Boudoir Photography]
26/10/2015
And all
It all
Is said
Through
Mountains
And another
Mist
Behind the
Mountains
Love 
Exists
With love
I'm everywhere
At home.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
25/10/2015
Just look with what a music they gaze at one another. When their hands touch, I hear a wonderful melody. These people had chosen love. (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
24/10/2015
I
Swim
Through
All
The rivers
Clouds
And through
Myself
Just like
I can.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
22/10/2015
You see
I cannot
Leave you
Anymore
They
Watch
And hold
And touch
So slowly
Slowly
Running
Through
My sleep
In bed
The sheets.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
20/10/2015
I am leaning on the wall for quite a while observing the world through my rooms window tiptoed. I adore to be invisible and this brings me peace. I don’t want to go outside - a life I cannot understand develops there. I lie to myself again. I am afraid to see you with her in that life indeed - what would I do then? I feel like I am being locked in a tower. It is so awful when you lock yourself in the tower - no human being in the world can rescue you in that case. Suddenly I hear a doorbell ringing and freeze - what if it is … you? (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: "Blushing", Sylwester Zacheja]
07/10/2015
Look
How shines
More than
A crystal
From the morning
Sun
My eyes
Seeing life
As a dream.
[Illustration: Xiao Wen Ju by Greg Kadel for Vogue China March 2013]
02/10/2015
And I
Walk
And
Walk
And
Unexpectedly
You leave
Space
For me
In your
Heart.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
23/09/2015
Love is
Getting stronger
And I cannot
Stay silent
Well

Thank You

That I had You
And so
I found
Myself.
[Illustration: Robert Triscoli]
19/09/2015
Past is
In the past
And I am
Now.
[Illustration: Yasmina Rossi, 59-year-old model]
15/09/2015
I came
From you
To return
The faith 
In love
To hold hands
Like trees do
When they are
Being swung
By the winds
And you 
Live on.
[Illustration: Shinichi Maruyama, Kusho #1, 2007]
10/09/2015
Love
Never ends
It can
Become
It touches
A heart
The one
Like you.
[Illustration: photo session for Issey Miyake]
09/09/2015
I like you
Fit my 
Heart

Miracles
Are
Coming.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
03/09/2015
What if 
You would be
With me
For a moment
Questions
Would be singing
Hanging in the air
Why I don't have
What if
You would be
With me
For a moment
You would find me
The way you left me.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
31/08/2015
One day
I will raise
Above the mist
Above the sadness
And will understand
Everything
I will fly over 
Your house
Above the pines
Above the longing
And I will find you
The times will be
Distant
The names will be 
Changed
And summers
Without wind
You'll see me
In your dream
Only shortly 
You'll sleep
Waken up
From the fairytale.
[Illustration: Jonas Hafner]
29/08/2015
With every
Wind
Love gets
Closer
And you are
So expected.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
25/08/2015
I want you to find me: lost and calm and maybe even changed. I want you not to ask, whether I am expecting someone or what am I ready for. I am ready to try to be. To be in that being with myself and you. And my songs again recovered words. I am not afraid to listen to them, because everything has been tried already with eyes shut. When your eyes are shut, it is safer, but to see you is all I want - more than this whole dreamt life. And so I open my eyes. (from „The Unwritten Books About Us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
24/08/2015
And past
Will end
For us
To meet
Again.
[Illustration: Stefano Colombini]
23/08/2015
The amazing
Rivers flow
And believe
In love
And in you
I believe so.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
18/08/2015
Stories
Woven
Ot of
Love
Create
Us.
[Illustration: photography by Lena Dunaeva]
12/08/2015
I am feeling 
Good
Breathing
And giving
The kindness
Because you
Have missed
To live
With a heart.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
07/08/2015
While
I see
You
In my
Dreams
You are.
[Illustration: Ernesto Artillo]
06/08/2015
I see
Your
Stars
And nights
Do not
Scare me.
[Illustration: Morning Light]
05/08/2015
I know, that you are somewhere near and nobody is going to change that. You exist. We will meet one day and there will be nothing I ask from you. We will look into one another's eyes, because all the books are written in there, all the road of the world are build in there. Every time you have doubts about love, our roads become more tortuous and every time you get dissapointed, the distance grows between us. Thus I beg you to believe. Just believe. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Magdalene Keaney, 'Don’t Stop Now: Fashion Photography Next']
01/08/2015
Life
Is one
And I am
Like it.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
30/07/2015
When you have a relationship luggage - you will not travel alone any more. (from 'The Unwritten Books About Us', 2015)
 [Illustration: Yrjö Edelmann, oil on canvas]
27/07/2015
Shining
Shining
Eyes
Of the
Beloved
And 
The night is
Ephemeral.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
19/07/2015
Forgive me
Forgive me
I was created
To believe in you
Every time again
Like under
The spell.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
16/07/2015
Do not
Ruin me
For another
You
Had not
Learnt
To be.
[Illustration: Carly Waito 'I'm jealous']
15/07/2015
We are connected with invisible cords. I want you to feel relieved so much. What can I do to make you feel relieved? Suddenly I obey to some invisible command and fall down on my knees straight before your face. Oh my God… Your eyes… They are looking straight through. They are screaming, yelling and soundlessly telling me something I will never forget. I will never be the same. What have you done?!! Gently, but decidedly I frame the face of the man I love in my palms. Tears are gathering in your eyes, but they stay in their places, because loyal and submissive soldiers do that. You are a general of tears. (from the “Unwritten Books About Us” – 2015)

[Illustration: who is the Author?]
14/07/2015
Even if
You came
From 
Anxiety
Mistakes
And dot

You are
Beautiful
To me
You are 
Beautiful
A lot.
[Illustration: Josephine Skriver in a photography]
11/07/2015
After
Taking
Everything
With you
Leave me
Leave me
Better.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
10/07/2015
There is
No place
For me
In the whole
World
In your
Heart.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
06/07/2015
You came
To change
So I could
Start again
You came
To let go
What I
Have lost
You came
And stayed
Although
I'm begging 
To leave
You came
You don't know
The other way.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
04/07/2015
We are
Symmetrically
Distant
One from
Another
Time
When
I think
About it
My heart
Whine.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
29/06/2015
We both stand next to the passage and our amazing city is so silent. It is really special - it always feels what is going on in my heart and it is exactly the way I feel then. Now I am carrying calmness and warmth inside. I do not hurry anywhere anymore. I do not want anything anymore. I feel completely free. In the streets, as if deliberately turning the volume off, there is no hoo-hah left: cars passing by are silent and passengers are silent, even the little steps of jumpy kids on the hard pavement does not make any echo. I know that you love me. You are near and this is it. I do not need a sound caused by the words about us anymore. You kiss my forehead and the weather around trembles. It fills with faith that everything I have been waiting, is now. Here and now. And we both are in that being. Good. It is so good to be silent together. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
20/06/2015
If you
Would 
Only be
A window
You still
Are home
To me.
[Illustration: Trevor Triano]
13/06/2015
Now I understand, what it is 'to be together', because when 'to be' is gone, 'together' tastes bitter in your mouth. (from 'The Unwritten Books About Us', 2015)
[Illustration: Tais Sirole]
11/06/2015
You are not
From this world
Otherwise
You would not
Understand
Why I love you
For nothing
Why I pray
You would
Find me again.
[Illustration: BJ Yang, 'Deep In Canyon']
08/06/2015
 I would be writing
Your name
Under all
The bridges
But you don’t read.
[Illustration: Miglė Kirklytė, 'Paskutinis aukštas'/ 'Last floor']
03/06/2015
These are not games
It’s only fear
To be yourself
To force to cry another
You cannot conquer
Because you know
No other way
But leave
When closest ones
They carry you
Their heart.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
30/05/2015
I was pulled apart
And laid down
By the systems
And you are clever
You have been working well
But I am changed
The schemes no longer function
Calmness becomes me
Poison suits you as hell.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
26/05/2015
You think
Have doubts
Give up
And try
Lay out
And count
You stop
Get scared
I am 
Here with you
To help 
To see
How amazing
You are
To be 
In love 
With me.
[Illustration: Oli McAvoy]
24/05/2015
You have never asked why this had happened and how long will it take. And there is no need to. You have had suffered enough already - I saw that clearly. I remember, you were observing me for a long time that afternoon: how I lazily turn my face into the sun, how I slowly flick my naughty hair from a cheek with a back side of a hand and comfortably snug between my thoughts. My smiling eyes then turned straight to you. I said nothing, but you understood, what I wanna do: I came to give you light. I have so much of it. Even when I am angry this light does not go away. You have always been searching for it, praying to it, waiting for it. Have I become the one you want? No. Anyway, a wish is the most inconsistent thing in the world. I have become the one you do not want to lose. That night I stayed, as I thought, for one morning. Me and you - we are meant for happiness. Do you understand now? It is absolutely amazing. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Allyson Powell, 'Sunbeam.s.']
22/05/2015
Do you feel
Something rising
That cannot be broken
That has to expand
It’s how sequence is matching
It’s how signs are converging
So will you have a courage
To touch me.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
20/05/2015
Sometimes it seems I will not take this anymore, I will not bear this condition. Like a big mist it covers my world and I cannot see even my fingertips. Our bodies should be lying next to one another on the downy moss. Where is all that? As if it never have happened. It is so horrible to be able to realize that everything has its own beginning and ending. Our songs used to have words back then and now only a melody is left and it became somewhat alien. Where are you? I am standing in the middle of a forest breathing in silence. I feel you near. I feel your fear. To be happy takes courage. Most of us are total cowards: we choose to live hiding in the shadows and become numb as soon as we see a ray of light. I know, it is safer that way. A heart becomes harder for a feeling to reach. But I remember. You can feel. You felt me. I am waiting for this to repeat. I feel helpless and cover my face with palms. It will happen soon. It will happen soon. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Elizabeth Leriche #MO14]
13/05/2015
Life flows
Through the heart
Even if slowly
Even if too slowly
This waiting
Is stronger than death
It flows to That
It believes in That.
[Illustration: Masha Reva X SNDCT. Odessa Series]
11/05/2015
Icy frost
Frosty springhead
In the hidden forest
You have found me.
[Illustration: : ULA LIUKA]
09/05/2015
Tremble 
In the heart
Concaves
Of the storm
Waiting
Waiting
When comes
It all.
[Illustration: Elizaveta Porodina]
06/05/2015
First
They come in two
Then
They come in three
Then
They are single.
[Illustration: Russell Leng]
05/05/2015
Wrapped up in transparent thoughts, I am walking in the city and it begins to appear as if I am slowly fading away. I remember you daily, because it is very hard not to remember how simply good it was to be together. You made me happy. It was so bright, that even now I feel that calm kindness. You were like a gift to me and there is nothing more I ask of you. There is nothing you have to give me anymore. Unless you will be willing to yourself. I only dream that you would be happy - maybe with me, maybe with her. Similar thoughts come only when you really care about the person. I had been writing this to you for so many times, but was deleting it, having doubts. That is how the unwritten books about us are born. I don’t want to distract you and I am scared that, it seems, after such message I will change something with no way back. But I know you feel me too. You know the real me and you accept it. I will never ever forget about it. Who would have thought, that someday I will have so much love... For myself and for you. Within the same one heart. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
01/05/2015
Is it
My fault
You put
Your heart
In hands of mine
When it was
Dawning.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
28/04/2015
Grass
Shimmers
In the wind
Like hair
Of the beloved

And you are
Charmed.
[Illustration: Xochi Solis, 'Her eyes a blue million miles']
25/04/2015
While you are sleeping - I deliberately stop every moment and try to remember your face. It sends out so much gentleness, despite your features that are remarkable as soldier’s who does not trust anyone. How special and fearful you are to me. I look at you and I’m afraid that my head will spin, that all my protective walls will crumble and I will become less of myself. I am afraid that I will stop contradict and become one of the little stars spinning around your universe system. Then I will stop interest you and you will wait until I leave the window open and break away to her. But will she love you the way I do? Will she touch your face with her eyes while you will be sleeping? Probably, she will. And then where is my advantage? Why am I special to you? So that how the voice of fear speaks. Love does not raise such questions - it does not need answers to questions that have no love. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
24/04/2015
Not me and not you created this world. We have been taken down here to live as if we would travel from one dream to another. And how weird it still is, that without you in this dream I feel meaningless. Wherever I go, I remember you. When wind rises, I smell not the blossming treas around, but you. It is so intoxicating like happiness to stop by a childhood home, that no longer exist. I feel you. Maybe you missed me too. We did not create this world, but we can create our own. This knowing wakes me up. So today I walk home direction tired on the silent solid pavement, but a shapely thousand and one night fairytale moon shines in the sky, and the neighbouring abandoned house starts looking like a huge castle. And I float with that pavement mind river like a princess dressed in silk, woken up in Venetian gondola. Moon crown shines the way to you and I secretly smile to myself knowing I will soon find you. And it does not matter I won’t have money for rent, and those cheap, but elegant shoes, bought in the outlet will not hurt anymore. And who would now dare to look at me with anger - I only try to survive in this dream without you. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Tim Walker, 'Lady Grey', Vogue, Italy, March 2010]
17/04/2015
 Learn
To see
With
Your heart
Without tears.
[Illustration: Julien Pacaud, 'Lake of tears']
15/04/2015
You shine
Close
And the faith
Is alive
You are
My man
And I am
Your light.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
13/04/2015
Nothing more
Than holding
You
When it’s
Our night.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
09/04/2015
I allow you and forgive you to be yourself. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Shannon Benannen]
08/04/2015
Past, that you learn nothing from, becomes the present and disturbs the future. It’s the same as talking for long and boring hours about the same subject on a red landline phone in the corridor and not being able to go to the kitchen to grab a cooling down cup of black tea with milk. You feel thirsty and tired from those old stories. In the back of my mind I pull out a knife, cut off the cord, that is almost wrapping around the neck, and throw the effing phone to the corridor wall. I go to the kitchen. Open the window. Breathe in vibrant air. Another spring has come. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
03/04/2015
I sit on the windowsill and think about a thing so many people lose their mind over. I don’t smoke thinking about it, although it would suit me a lot right now. This one word. The most well-worn one. The busiest station prostitute has a better reputation. Why? Because she promises nothing. You told me back then that nobody promised a happy ending. I stood up and left shocked. These words had been following me for long: I needed time and space to place them inside of me. I would have better thanked you for that. You have understood it earlier than I did, that only pretenders promise happiness. Everyone that says they cannot live without you - they are pretenders. Everyone that promises at the altar to be with you for ever - pretenders. An army of pretenders. Such selective fools, that naively hope this one word will save it all everywhere. But word is helpless against action. If you feel it for me, just cover me up not to get cold while sleeping. Make me some tea when I come home after work tired. Let me tell you a bit more how I cannot fit in my favorite pencil skirt, while watching calmly how I finish eating your dinner at the same time. Me and you - we are two people, who see one another's life as close as it is possible at all. Little little simple things. They remind me the most of that word. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: : Erin Case, 'Moon baloon']
02/04/2015
It wasn’t my goal, but you have reached it. For us. I arrive to life with a luxurious car. Getting out slowly, I close my eyes for a moment. I breathe in the forest air. My feet touch the soft home lawn. I reach the bedroom door with wavingly walk and throw the dress on the floor - it could have fed the whole Cambodian village. I feel old, exhausted and close my eyes. I go back to the moment that calms me down. That time you held my hand while I was all scared and shaking. You have seen me the way nobody ever wanted to, because I had no courage to show this to others as well. You didn’t want me to swagger, you didn’t come to conquer one more body. But you have dreamt of waking up next to me every morning and give me life. This kindness made me cry. And I cried. Even now I feel as if some thrill is making his way up inside. A man, that offers you his heart - offers you everything. What else could you possibly want from him? (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: : Daphne Selfe, 86 - oldest supermodel in the world]
30/03/2015
My words
Tousle
Your thoughts
How dizzy 
Fear toy 
Guns are.
[Illustration: Tim Walker, 'Magical thinking' (for W magazine]
25/03/2015
As it is said, the world is so big, that there is room for everyone to find themselves. You say to me, that I can have everything I want. But can I really? After all, I don’t have you. I watch you drinking morning coffee in your kitchen. Your girlfriend appears in a window for a second only in an underwear. She looks the way I would in my next life if I earn enough karma points. But why you look at the tablet instead of looking at her? You got used to? We don’t value what we have under our nose at all. Would you forget about me too, if I stayed with you? I turn my back to these thoughts and lean against the wall. I raise my head. A fly got stuck in spider ‘s web on the ceiling. We are alike. We both got stuck in the web of reality. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: : Valentina Castro]
24/03/2015
You have crossed
All the lines
You picked them up
And threw
At my feet
Oh what a light
What a bright
Light of a heart.
[Illustration: Elizaveta Porodina, 'Life ball']
23/03/2015
You
Always You
Then I
Because the order
Of a waiting line
Is not important
When lines are all
About love.
19/03/2015
I fit
Your form
And breathing
Is deep
My lines
Are long
This waving
Is weird
These structures
Attract
These constructions
Rule
You discover
Don’t stop
It's my name
You are screaming.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
18/03/2015
Often it seems to me, that I stand in one place. However, it is essential that this place is mine and I did not get it for nothing. I was going that direction my whole life and now I have what I deserved. Thus to stand in one place is not bad, even if this means you are the biggest nerd. I like my place and I like it even more, because you are standing next to me. I have chosen you. You have found a place. In my heart. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Taborovsky Production]
13/03/2015
I wanted you
More than myself
This life is given
It does not make our dreams come true
But gives you things
It wants 
And so you smile
With sadness
Although you want to scream
When you see him
So gently holding
Other hands, not yours.
[Illustration: Accidentally on Purpose 'Glitching in Art']
12/03/2015
I did not plan
You
Did not choose
Was never
Changing or
Expecting
Did not pretend
I did let go
But you
Came back
Like comes the one
Who chose
To sacrifice himself
To bless the kisses
On my face
Of love.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
09/03/2015
 I feel that I begin to have a lack of space within me. I cannot contain and I don’t like it. I walk myself to the river again. Who am I and what I become when the planned perfection does not happen? The inside dome of a bridge is heavy and metallic. If I started throwing stones at - it would rain with echoing hysteria. I cannot scream, as a glued couple and a dog walker with a dignified face passed by, I see at least three pairs of gotten out jogging breathless feet in the distance as well. Do you understand, that you are drowning me? You show me myself - as if I would look to the dark waters of the river bending over. Do you know how much I’m afraid of that??! This water is not allowed to be touched, because a swampy ice cold mass would pull me in instantly! I don’t even dare to look. I am scared to bend over and see… myself. For a moment I feel as if your ice cold eyes are looking at me. I don’t understand how, but metallic bindweeds at the blink of an eye wriggle from the bridge constructions and chain my feet to the ground. I cannot run, because you got into my veins. I breathe in once more twitching and from this perception everything swithes off. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
06/03/2015
I need
This
Happiness
Suits me
You will bring it
To me
With a dawn
On a bridge.
[Illustration: Chen Shu Fen]
05/03/2015
Even the old trains
Are coming back home
Returning the thoughts
Into their stations
Unpacking boxes
On their own tracks
Lifting them up
And carrying home
My heart
As a present
For you.
[Illustration: James Turrell, 'Pella passage']
03/03/2015
There is so much of a deep greenish color in the bay, where branches of trees stroke the water. Ships are sailing back and forth, causing the greenish swirls, and I slowly touch your hair, gently and very carefully analyze the beloved face with both palms, observe the eyes that are observing me. Your head is resting on my knees. You are calm. You spread so much kindness and the unexplained strength. You take my palms into your safe arms and pull me closer, and the feet are splashing greenish water. I wake up nestled down into a ball. It is cold in the room. There is nothing around anymore. I cannot find that you, who did not get afraid of his feelings and left to another continent back then. But not the continents divide us. Our hearts had moved away from one another through the waters of fear long ago. Do you see me in your dreams too? It is all that has left for us. (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: photographer Marius Bagdonas]
02/03/2015
A man that is affraid to make a mistake. He claims to be free, however, he always sees chasing shadows behind him. You strain to prove those shadows that you are always right, that you rush to work willingly every morning, that you use women without guilt, because they are worth it, that you hate children laughter. You stay at home alone long nights and watch movies. You sit and observe, how the hero timidly takes a hand of the girl he likes. You then suddenly press pause nervously, because it looks too intimate for you: although, you could be watching porn for hours and hours. You constantly repeat to yourself you are not lonely. Are you more of a man than others? You are a typical coward. A coward never makes an attempt. A coward is affraid - of himself firstly and only then - of others. I have seen you - you are slowly turning into a shadow yourself. Do you notice that too? (from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: Peggy Wolf, 'Magic boy']
24/02/2015
You have taught me about me - even the best universities of the world have no lecture on that.
(from „The unwritten books about us“ - 2015)
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
23/02/2015
Heavenly
Stars
Systems
Spread out
The roads
With them
We found
Each other.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
21/02/2015
And if
I dare
To be
Will you
Fix
Me

Cause
Everything
I ever wanted
To be
Without
Mistakes.
[Illustration: photographer Marius Bagdonas, Atlas mountains, Morocco]
20/02/2015
Sometimes I just hush taken by surprise, because your voice starts telling me the same things my inner voice does. That voice under another voice takes your timbre and sound. Even saying mild rebukes, it speaks with such love, that sometimes I want to fall into tears. All chaos of thoughts unexpectedly became obedient to some new order. Why everything suddenly became so simple? "Because you just feel good with him, and it is like... it is always the best to make love with the one you feel good without making love”, - standing at a crowded bar, my old friend explained me everything. Elementary! Pronounced words spread in a thick air, vibrating with music and I felt every single letter of this sentence. People did not notice anything around - they continued dancing frantically, making intrigues and looking for their sneaked outside to smoke friends. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Sumeja]
19/02/2015
If you love too silently - you might not be heard. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Aneta Ivanova]
18/02/2015
You have
Risen
Where the hearts
Rise
Come down
Stay
One more
Night

My eyes
See
You through
The mist
Because of love
For you
I’m getting
Blind.


[Illustration: Erin Case, 'Haircut 1']
17/02/2015
And it starts to seem to me that our lives are glued together. I feel as if I would be dreaming the same dreams as you do. Sometimes heavy thoughts come - after all, I will never guess, if we wake up together the next morning. And even after you leave I will still be lying lost in the sheets, imagining, that you are near. You are important to me: I am afraid of you the most and I desire you the most. You require my biggest courage and I tend to feel the biggest pain because of you. I chose you and it is the life that I would never trade to anything. You sigh deeply in your dreams, I cuddle you up close even tighter and peace comes. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: French photographer Maud Chalard]
12/02/2015
I find your heart beautiful - I have spent so much time there. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

[Illustration: Stefan Gesell]
08/o2/2015
As soon as I remembered you, a huge arc-shaped hole suddenly opened up in my heart. As that Virgin Mary in paintings, I was opening hands to the sides and that way uncovering to the world the pain that was becoming me. In those moments, I was completely hollow. People used to look down instantly and speed up the step, and I myself was looking for the nearest church. If there was not too late, I was hurriedly running in, tossed by internal anxiety winds, firing a long thin candle, kneeling soundlessly, rushing into tears. There was usually no one around – I was hiding alone in my waiting and wordlessly asking for your happiness. And now I am slowly placing my steps as the river is floating, and the whitest snowflakes are falling out of the sky. They fill me up with bright light. After all this time, I was finally heard. I feel you and peace is overflowing me. You are happy. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Deadendsoul]
06/02/2015
Friday morning started totally unexpectedly – clouds got stuck in the trees, growing on the hill. Firefighters rushed in with their funny ladder, a curious crowd gathered. While the latter were making selfies in the background of the events, a man with a helmet and shining armor climbed into the tree. He set the clouds free, in every possible way talking them into flying as far as possible – to the other hospitable neighbourhoods. After all, it's completely understandable - trees sometimes get cold in the winter time and clouds sometimes get tired of the eternal floating. The firefighter also found a cat in the tree, hence he took him down too. The crowd greeted them with applause: waving hands surprised and impressed. Phone flashes lit up the clouds with a bright light, as they were floating away to the destination only they know. The cat meowed. A bus arrived. A station was left empty. The winter time continued.  (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

[Illustration: Anka Zhuravleva, 'Cloud dreams']
05/02/2015
You
Rose
Because
You believed.
[Illustration: Miglė Kirklytė]
02/02/2015
My
Love
Is returning
To me
From all
Lives
Travelling
Through mountains
Through waters
Heart's
Depth.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
02/02/2015
When
You lose
Yourself
Nobody
Is searching.
[Illustration: Charlotte X. C. Sullivan]
01/02/2015
When I first saw you - I did not feel anything, but time began to fiddle around playing with our toy blocks. When I was filled with light and looking for you, like intentionally – I used to find you. You were good to me. And when the sky was falling down – I was seeing you taken by sadness. It seemed that this sadness will destroy us both. So we fiddled around our feelings until one night the knowing - who you are - came. You are my mirror. What else will you show me? (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

[Illustration: who is the Author?]
30/01/2015
Each carries its own key and I do not know what kind of key you have, but it was marked with love in the patient workshops of heaven. You are coming to unlock me and to find out the secrets. Honey, of course, not all of them, because not even a few lives would be enough to do so. I will let you enter what you have unlocked and you may love me. I close my eyes and hear the moaning of the lock being opened. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Austrian fashion designer Lena Hoschek, Spring/Summer '13]
30/01/2015
To let you go was even harder than to prick the finger intentionally, to hold a hand over the open fire and even harder than to admit, that it hurts, while looking straight in the eye. It is all because of you, because of the past moments, when we fatally met back then. We are one and real. Although we will no longer be together in this life, but in the next one I will be your beloved woman again. I promise. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

[Illustration: who is the Author?]
29/01/2015
When we have met, I understood it is not YOU yet. We were walking through the long streets and the rhythm of your steps was not matching mine at all. As you were handsome, all of them envied you. I was not upset though: I saw that it‘s neither me, neither them you notice. There was only one reflection in your mirror – yourself. I haven‘t heard about you since – you have probably just landed to the Earth shortly and set off to your planet again. Home, where someone is waiting for you. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Zach Souliere]
28/01/2015
In between us/ Two steps/ Forward/ Please / Do not stay/ Back
[Illustration: Daniel Depellegrin]
28/01/2015
And if I died forgotten by everyone and never experienced love – at least quietly I will know that I have done everything: I walked the roads, I searched and I was wrong, I cried and I believed so much, I never gave up. It is just that in the sky of my life there were too much clouds, although I always knew that the sun, that I was waiting for so much, was shining above them. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

[Illustration: who is the Author?]
27/01/2015
My ropes
Are embroiled
In your
Hands

Let me go
Let me go

I am
Crying to you
From love.
[Illustration: Trevor Triano]
25/01/2015
Lovers
Are praying
For us
So you could
Sleep
Peacefully.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
20/01/2015
I carry
You
Like 
A crown
Through
The halls
Of
Sadness.
[Illustration: fashion photoshoot, costume designer Katarzyna Konieczka]
20/01/2015
I am
Mountains
And you are
Snow
Upon them
You have
Built me
White
Home.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
19/01/2015
You pull me closer, stop in the middle of an empty street, touched by midnight. I no longer feel cold and everything around freezes up. You take my hand and say so absolutely convinced that we both will find the love of our life. "Do not give up, - you allege while looking right through me, - never give up." And we walk on holding hands, as if we would already have found each other, and the wind is penetrating underneath the coats and carrying through life. It is a quarter to six in the morning. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: NUO D'AI]
18/01/2015
All
The roads
Lead
To Rome
And your
Road
Leads
To me.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
14/01/2015
You never knew where this story might take us: will we get old together or will we break up before the dawn of the morning. Everything in life overpass in big leaps. When you put off the decisions being afraid – you miss everything. Then you stop and see that the avalanche of your anxiety and doubt wiped out houses, entire settlements. After all, you could have had one of those lights, your mountain shanty is situated next to. You would open the door and the clatter invited you in, the seen gazes and repetitive actions you  are fed up with. Repeat them until you no longer feel repeating. We often do not live the way we want to and not with those ones we want to live with, but we can be good for them, because otherwise there is no longer a place remaining to be yourself and still believe. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

[Illustration: Bernard glacier, Wrangell-St. Elias National park, Alaska, USA]

14/01/2015
Everything/ Got intertwined/ Fortunately/ You cut/ The braids.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
13/01/2015
You miss
Me
Like home
You are coming
To stay.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
13/01/2015
My
Morning
On the palm
After waking up
Is singing
A heart
For you.
[Illustration: Dom Sebastian]
12/01/2015
I kiss/ Your mothers/ Hands/ That you/ Kiss/ Mine
[Illustration: Antonio Mora]
11/01/2015
We are walking with a friend of mine on the icy night town pavements, watered with champagne, talking about nothing, but in fact we both understand, that we are talking about something highly important. I hear myself saying; „A man left to look for firewood“. „And he found a woman instead, - he answers and suddenly adds, - it is warmth anyway“. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

[Illustration: who is the Author?]
18/01/2015

Believe
Like a river
Through vaults
To heaven
Your 
Road leads.
[Illustration: who is the Author?]
06/01/2015
You are alive until you die, until you suffer a little because of the minute, that folded unfortunately. And wrongly folded time covers you up wrongly, so you get cold while sleeping. Then your life is cliffhanging and you begin to love every hair of yours. You smooth your head lines and realize, that you are full of desire to love even harder. Nobody will take that away from you. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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06/01/2015
YEARS/ ARE PASSING BY/ AND YOU/ ARE/ NOT.
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05/01/2015
Climb
Climb
From the mountains
To the mountains
Until you find
Sun.
[Illustration: NUO D'AI]
04/01/2015
His mind is playing with him as a nanny with a disobedient child: memories come back and then again collect the moments and disappear. He does no longer understand who he is. "I was shown a mirror – it is a nice man there, but ... how should I know my face? After all, any mirror could have been shown to me“. He pauses and I cannot bear it anymore so I say I am already leaving. After thinking a while, he adds too: "It was very nice to meet you. Stop by more often. " I feel guilty and sneak out of  the ward, leaving him alone with his world. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)

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02/01/2015
The further 
The more further
Without you

After all we did not
Agree that way.
.
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01/01/2015
Pens of your
Thoughts
Are scratching
My hearts
Paper
Outside the margins.
[Illustration: Eibatova Karina]
01/01/2015
Snow on July
Is necessary 
Save
My
Gardens.
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31/12/2014
I'm sorry that I'm doing it again, but here I remember how you brought me to the sadness shop – I haven't noticed the signboard as I was gazing at you with admiration. You said: 'Take everything!! Just say what you want and I will give it to you!'. There were so many beautiful things- I had enough of everything for long. I walked out of there difficult to recognize: smartly dressed and with a scent of luxury perfume. I walked out holding my head up, dressed with sadness, which you did not spare, because you are very very generous man. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Michael Carson]
30/12/2014
Do you still
Remember
To forget
Me.

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30/12/2014
From a dot/ To a line/ Every day/ At the same/ Distance/ You carry/ My laughter.
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29/12/2014
Everything I ever wanted from my birth, that I saw in my dreams at night, but had been losing it between the lonely sheets after waking up. A feeling embraced me, that the world is flying between the fingers, but suddenly I am able to stop it, to admire the endless symphony of light. It is like to get a second breathing, like to wake up in a dream. This feeling of accomplishment, this softly laid down tear in a mouth, which you cannot expel neither remain. I cry out of happiness for the whole worlds love. How good it is that I finally found it. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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28/12/2014
It is shameful to say
But electricity
Is being cut off
When we
Join
An end
With an end.
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23/12/2014
Look up
Look
Even through me
That only
You could see
The stars.
[Illustration: Joe Webb]
22/12/2014
Sometimes I feel like a desert: a fox runs by and drops a tear, and its is not enough for me - I am waiting for your rain. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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21/12/2014
You are easy
For a night
Gone
During the day

What for
To visit another
If we are ok.
[Illustration: Arian Behzadi, 'Dead']
21/12/2014
Even if
I had
Wings
I would not fly
While you
Are on the ground.
[Illustration: Amy Judd]
20/12/2014
We are being humiliated/ By those/ Who cannot/ Get up.
20/12/2014
All the roads
Are crossed
By black cats

And to me you are
White.
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19/12/2014
My sky
Has fallen down
To the gravel.

Passengers were watching
The starts 
Crumble.
[Illustration: Eugenia Loli]
19/12/2014
What will happen/ Now/ When my words/ Are not my/ Slaves/ And I am not/ The queen.
18/12/2014

I have been
In the moon
With you

And returned
To the earth
Alone

You don't let me
 Sleep
At night

You shine on me
But I'm another's 
Wife.

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17/12/2014

Something is/ Not right/ And if/ It is right/ It is already/ Different.
17/12/2014
Am I/ For you/ Because of me/ Or/ Them.
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17/12/2014
After all the experiences I have discovered a clear knowledge that I will never fall in love with anyone or I will fall in love the way I never did before, so that I will be able to be with any person at peace. Thus, the absence of love had returned me to the very beginning and the essence - I have become closer to each passenger on a street. Closer to you. And that too is love. What and amazing  thing it truly is. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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16/12/2014
Just don't stop/ Listening/ To your voice/ That speaks/ Under/ The other/ Voice.
16/12/2014
You will see me in the crowd and recognize me. Yes, like the master recognizes the most brilliant masterpiece, evaluates its perfect coherence, while the rest see it as an elementary thing. You have lived long enough to understand: everything that is simple, is not self-evident and everything that is not self-evident, is intentionally inaccessible to those who do not deserve it. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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15/12/2014
The meaning/ Is deep/ But it is/ Not seen/ Through the surface.
15/12/2014
Don't borrow/ Others will not/ Bring me back/ The way you need.
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14/12/2014
You are/ Me/ Just not/ Confessed yet.
13/12/2014

Sometimes days happen, when you are alone. Sometimes days happen, when you feel lonely too. As if you have buried a treasure of a life, but forgotten where. And even then some people show up that are jealous of this loss of yours. So maybe this is my happiness for real? (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Tomas_v]
12/12/2014
Pour me a little of a sea ... I was looking at the waves through the glass. You took me by the hand, saying that the waves are similar to me. And really - I break into myself and rise again, so it is impossible to be with me. And you stayed anyway. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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12/12/2014
What is mine/ Is yours/ But why/ Only after/ It belongs/ To others.
11/12/2014
You're standing in the cold smoking a cigarette, and they are all now thinking of you.  They agonize considering whether you find them to be special and whether you will call them. And you will not call, as it is so good to manage the waiting of others. They do not understand that it is difficult for you too to carry so many secrets. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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11/12/2014
It is not for you/ To be my/ Third.
11/12/2014
I remember it was once hard to even pronounce one letter. Later on I have met you and your name began with that letter. Now I don‘t speak at all for quite a while. What for? There are not enough letters on the alphabet for your love. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
[Illustration: Kim Keever]
10/12/2014
Although you burn my love
Into the fire
It is stronger. It is stronger

The silence ends and leaves you
With a space

Who am I here
While you still 
Worship and enchant


The names
Nobody ever
With a love embrace.
10/12/2014
Its all 
Because of you
 These tousled writings
Under another bridge.

They're drawn by those
Who cannot ask of love
And they need love
Like others.
10/12/2014
You say that something is wrong. You're right. Every time I take a step away from love - something is no longer right. Bad things happen: I no longer understand myself or others and I no longer care about anything. I get angry and cynical. I am becoming the next you – the one, who is so afraid of his heart. (from „The unwritten books about us“  - 2015)
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10/12/2014
All my thought will lie down here, all the love stories of me and you I have heard. They were told me by various people and this is how I'm getting a charming portion of a poison. The poison is spread out here so that we all could have strength to continue living.

[Illustration: John Tenniel]
10/12/2014
All the bridges
To your windows
All the lights
To your city

Do you know
Why I am so willing
You would draw 
Your road to me.
... NUO D'AI never ends...