Happy tears. 

The most powerful form of crying. 

It was worth it, it was worth it, honey! 

Do as Romans do, 
Conquer me, capture my every muscle.
In stone, in marble, but never in bronze. 
In the late night rustle
In silks or nylons.
Do as Romans do. 
Conquer me, carve my tiny vessels 
From marble. 
Like Michelangelo. 
Like Bernini Lorenzo.

When the cherries bloom,

it does not matter whether 

it is by god’s will or by nature’s.

Maybe it’s random or maybe it’s doom,

maybe they work together.

Tiny paper boats
Soaked in melted snow water.
I don’t talk about loss.
I am my father’s daughter.

Tiny paper boats—
When I was little, I thought they just swam, endlessly.
Now this little girl knows,
They dissolve in water, they too have a destiny.

One two three

Banshee comes for me 

Four five six 

Save your tricks

Seven eight nine

Draw a line

Ten eleven twelve 

Dig and delve 

Thirteen steps

Who is next?

An abundance of love is, perhaps, all I could give to you. 

In Turkish delights,

In cozy nights, 

I just want to make you smile. Your smile. What a view. 

Love is a weird substance.

Made of sighs,

Joyful (sad) cries,

Happy eyes.

Sex.

The latter has minor importance

But feels good, brings balance. 

You are a comfortable silence. 

That first daisy. 

The sound of morning birds.

The whole world is crazy, 

If this isn’t love. No words 

Can help me say this, but I’ll try:

You are the pure bliss of a starry sky

For a child born in a big city. 

Oh, i do pity those, 

Who have never seen it,

Who will never feel that glee:

This sky might have no limit, 

But every star in it belongs to me.

Hello, old friend. 

They have given us a new command:

Blue on blue contact. 

What is it there, soldier, that you cannot comprehend?

Blue on blue. 

Good bye. Toodeloo. 

Old friend, I am sorry 

That I obeyed.