The atoms around me swarm in infinity
I miss sacrificing the word happiness on my smile,
on the imprint of my soul…
it is grey of a sad century and a half
I don`t know how to wring out of myself words
To paint yellow
One sentence with you, love.
Stroke against the wall of blades,
With injuries opened towards twilight
My colors have spoiled
I can sharpen my pencils
Only with the peaks of my broken heart
And colors become grey…

Where is my promised rainbow?