Puţină apă şi puţină pâine
Şi ochii tăi în umbra parfumată.
N-a fost sultan mai fericit vreodată
Şi nici un cerşetor mai trist ca mine

Omar Khayyam

Abstract L

how I can say what I feel?
how I can cry still?
you are so cold, so far...
a phantom in my dream
on the sky you are a star
maybe a cloud, a man and can't touch him
the wind move yourself all the time
and I lose my eyes there in up
let me die but before, little bit
my love,
listen my heart and...
after you can stop it

by no name