Posted on August 30, 2009 at 9:30pm
The night is magic that invites to dream,
I have impression of had rambling dreams,
the stars illuminate and stars guide me;
voice doesn’t make sense in the desert night.
Still in the dark, always alone,
and I do not regret the past,
poet in silence, a poet in my own oblivion,
in my dull eyes, eternal punishment;
I’m not a poet of legend, I belong to dream
of black desert destination.