thick eyebrows, i died again.

felt hot, when lived a dream

and of course, winter was not close still.

my tongue got out of its cave

I plucked the hair out of his head

naked and bald, muscular and vain.

majestic piece of art,

wore a pocket full of fresh flowers,

blossom in me my dearest 

worth as much, as provided as assumed.

came so quickly, 

I left a voice

it bounced off, 

I fell stoned.

(pawel bednarek by saverio cardia )