the most probable is
death will only tear us apart...
See, between you and I
there is pure mutual need
for tenderness and consolation.
There will be always hunger
for understanding and support.
You call me princess,
but I'm just hopeless,
in a whole house,a homeless.
My last bright lights are
the same as yours
Jesus Christ and Poetry.
We didn't met by chance...
We met because we recognised
each other as spiritual soulmates.
I can't write a right poem for you.
My feelings are too transluscent
to become some kind of art.
TO MY FRIEND CHARLAX
