In his closing eyes black birds are screaming-

His fading breath is on my lips and on my palms-

They touch his face and tremble-

Because we are disappearing-

Into a place where universe explodes-

Into our broken hearts.


In his closing eyes I see one last and little heaven-

In which my face is fading while I am crumbling down-

Like all our frozen tears-

That were once a crashing ocean foam-

I clench my teeth and I spit out a demon:

What kind of beauty-

Is in the end of LOVE?

Who is that GOD that hears?

And does he know HOW to live alone?




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