I like noise and silence and poems and grass.
I like, through my faults, not to be asked.
I love my friends: my family to the sky,
A handful of people who dry my eyes.
I love to walk through the sunshine alone,
I love to sing as if nobody knows
The purity and security inside my heart,
Strong with glue from being broken apart.
I know, if you like me - you'll be my friend,
And together we shall fly until the world ends.
03.02.'10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem