I speak the language of my heart.
I miss you
that naughty smile
which you wear like a crown
your diamond eyes
...
16th of february
long day and want to party
so i meet up Ann for a drink
Ann calls lija for dinner
...
In these days of a foldable querty keyboard
which you can stash in your shirt pocket
It's only natural that a manual comes with it
and when, me, with my infatuation of gadgets
...
Sometimes the nights just won't go away,
But last forever, clinging to lost dreams
And I forget the dreamy sight of sunrise
Breathtaking orange dawns that breath life to my broken dreams
...
Of memories we share
I like to think of you
with strayed thoughts
of rough sensuality and mild curses
...