“Thoughts of hearing are words about themselves.”

The Collector.“My poems are my beloved and dear children, no matter how easily or hard they were born.Like all, they are capricious, joyful, sad, funny, naive, immediate and insistent.They are alive!”
The Basin “The Defense and Love”
In the middle of the day,
In a large garden,
A well-known and influential city.
Once upon a time, the wreck was forgotten.
Bathing in the sunlight,
As if it was somewhere in Ibiza.

She smiled all around.
I play my wings,
The eyes blinked like a granate bracelet.
The tail, the tail, the tail, the tail, the tail, the tail, the tail...

I was sitting for two hours,
She was very tired,
How suddenly out-under a huge wing a giant red cat used tired...

He was proud of his throne.
I sent my chest on a wheel from Bentley.
His eyes are like Lake Loch Ness.
He slowly and exaggerated.He pulled out all the four legs, and a fisted tail,
And with pleasure of the works,
He healed his sensitive and beautiful nose.
I looked at the gate carefully.She... She, just breathing, was so trembling her soul,
She sat quietly, watching the amazingly beautiful match,
Who was taken from someone to give...

and red.I gave her a few minutes.
Suddenly he fell on his side and slept.

I don’t think of anything,
I decided to get back to the cat.I have a stomach that has not been broken,
I put my chest,
and made a key,
She went into the attack without shrinking and prejudice.

When you go down to the red, not from the sky.
She went into a very passionate piece:
and broke the bears,
He turned his head,
The eyes climbed,
with his collar,
He was flying there, like a lamb.
The cracks behind the ear cracks like in the massage cabin.

And the cat is a red and linen cat, and at that time it was a brave, like the old grandfather.
And then, he was not doing anything (it was not doing anything).

The evening is close to the end.
The wreck has lost its strength.
The cat’s feet are cold.

He was so beautiful,
I look at the moon,
And enjoying your strength.

He was unhappy,
What teached such a lesson to a beautiful woman, in herself without the memory of a loving woman,
The one who thought that he was the same as she was only in love with himself.
When you see the beauty of this style,
If you don’t remember yourself, you’ll love her very much.

You are stupid, you are stupid!The !