The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof This is the end of every song man sings The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain : Bitter as warmwood
In his room - an alien aura Glass-pipes ,mortars,golden vessels He knows all,but he must hurry Working on what seems so precious He's gonna turn this
already here. it's impossible to move away from its intrusive presence. This permanent contact causes fear and disgust. so much you can see walking along the cemetery
In the web of dreams In the well of nightmares In the world of her coma She's playing her game She belongs to the clan Half-alive, half-dead Her astral
Cold waves Of the foaming flood Over the lowland Of gray soil The flowin' like an impulse From hearth to the brain Impulse of salvation When I was dying
Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind frail and brittle stalks
Please me or bless me I'm full of your lack depress me and press me to give me your slack weed of your decease anger of your bliss Crown all your
Road made of crosses Way to the eternity Symbol of the death So ironic But adored by the living ones Crying their tears Prying over Over the cold stone
The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad mouth full of longin'n'desires the puppets of the characters took out of fables they are making endless
Fragments of Leopold Staff's poem
Over our dying world Nobody knew him And he knew everyone by name There in his book So many dates,so many fates There in his Book of Death Your final scream
In the empty room The stifling air daub closed inside four walls. Liein' on my bed I can see the stains Over dirty floor The passion' of creating heaven
Image like fast spliced line Covered by the rough knots just like the bark covered by the brown knags. In the middle of the dead world left ship stands
Far so far away there's an impulse in your brain it remains invisible but it's waiting for a day In the maze of the ego's secret place you'll detect
Violet fields, blooming at the nameless crime in the light of the empty screens pulsating ray short shutters of hatred ritual dance of shadow gestures
The lovers of night in the fadded mouths brought the message of the hopeless solitude silent nature in the possessed dance bowed trees seem to pay the
And when sky will burn by fire of purple and the earth will tremble under my feet I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on the angel winds or I
Slow and majestic ,it grew up Just like divine creepers of vine: Once it the rain,then in the sun And in the morning misty cloud Emotionless and still