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Dear mother, why do you make me cry? What’s the reason you left me alone? You escape from me and don’t justify Why you can’t come back to take me home? From the cradle I’ve had to take my doom To survive in world that is violent Hear that I cry lying in the gloom Why are you, my mommy, keeping silent? This ward’s cold and dark. All I feel is fear Nurses passing by. Hardly they may care Infant’s sheet is wet and no one is near Either nappy is so tight or baby’s bare Hunger and infections are in store for me I may perish, but no one is worrying Nourishment and treatment from your breast I need Why do you, my mommy, keep ignoring? Please, my mom, come back, rock me in your arms Lullaby is what I just need to hear This aggressive life frightens me and harms Why did you, my mommy, disappear? Mommy, ask you why did you give me birth? Misery is my nursery and home I am not beloved by someone on this earth I’m unwanted child living all alone September 2008

Romance, amour, love What is all this stuff? It makes me cry and laugh And lets me fly above Amour, love, romance It’s like a given chance It makes me sing and dance It gives a sense of trance Love, romance, amour It may be vague or pure It may infect and cure, And makes me strong and sure Love is a sudden lift Romance is a life shift Amour is a drift Don’t miss this sweetest gift

It’s so cold inside Something blinds my mind I wanna find your voice All what I hear is noise It’s a night of the loneliness It’s the end of the loveliness It’s the depth of the emptiness It’s the edge of the endlessness Cold rain spreads through my veins Pain penetrates my brain Lightening flashes in eyes My flesh blisters and dies I am decomposed I am so exposed Rejected and opposed Defeated and deposed It’s so lonely night You aren’t by my side I need to hold your hand To let the darkness end July 2008

Another cigarette. Another point of view. Another side of SMS-obsession. I do my best to keep my player mute for all night long - to keep the conversation. I do my best to not pretend to be nobody on the way of your desires as long as you go down with a bit of any vulgar crash of active sound. But what exactly did you ever mean? Please tell me something that I would not hear - What have I done to you that you’re with me? What time is it? What are you doing here?

A little more time to make you wake up, a little more time to tell you a secret – that I used to be so badly in love, that I used to be so tired of receiving strange things that you say to me when I’m close to go out of my way returning to postman dead letters you write to me when I’m falling from my tiny cloud to bed in the morning… A little more time to say something wrong, a little more time to make a conclusion with all of my thoughts that stay all night long… You said, I were yours – a perfect illusion. A dangerous game with plenty of jokes destroys our names, removes our meetings. I thought you were mine, you thought I were yours… A little more time... Forbidden... forbidden…

Never seen as dazzling beauty as you are Never met a girl I’d love that much so far All the gems just fade and pail beside you I would give all what I have for rendezvous With the girl that is so gorgeous, but I fail ‘cause your love and dazzling beauty are for sale And your price is so exorbitant and high Love is something that I never want to buy But your bed is made of roses and thorns. Like a jewelry that flashes and adorns Roll in luxury but your back feels a pain Your are beautiful, but, once, you’ll start to drain My heart cracks. It starts to bleed and hesitate Love may turn into a close friend of hate It is not a thing that you can sell and buy Money talks, but then the love begins to die I can find a remedy for broken heart And my love can disappear and depart It may quickly come and it may quickly go All is not gold that is glittering, I know But your bed is made of roses and thorns. Like a jewelry that flashes and adorns Roll in luxury but your back feels a pain Your are beautiful, but, once, you’ll start to drain December 1996

My life is not reality That is just stiff and stark I don’t expect fatality When days are cold and dark I don’t want that my ill fate Would stand at close range I fear it to be late To sense a blow of change My home is not museum Of relics and antique It’s not a coliseum If so, it’s threat fatigue I don’t want that old-fashioned Thoughts made me odd and strange I fear to be ancient And miss a blow of change My love is not stupidity That is afraid to tread It flies with mad rapidity And spins a wavy thread I don’t like a smooth road, Withdraw and estrange From share of the load, And stop a blow of change August 2008