: s t r a n l a l e b a t

.De piano temt de taal ;

de toets onthult het gat

People's Reburpic of Ukradesh

        Too few Joes are Pass,

            too many are

            Bidens and Rogans.

 

                                                        Menschen und Bäume                            

                                                                              sind eins:                              

                                                         beide hören die Oper                             

                                                         von Anfang bis Ende                             

レ ス リ ン グ の 執 筆

    In che modo la coinsidenza coincide con la non-coinsidenza?

Sumerian Salts

Grünertee, bitterschokolade,

Engels; troppa cioccolata, sembra

Місто Десміх

Un gatto a sinistra,

un libro a destra;

infinita mattina d'yoga

Ŝparu vian penson, stimulu vian cerbon!

Un giorno Correremo!..

..and if i'm running from

"longevity" of written word,

for how long and..where to?

 

 

Leave The drum, boy,

leave Thy dagger..!

 

Roja Semidulcia

В Гішпанії усі баранки, як солоні, то червоні.

Chapter V became whirlpool;

"N'en parle pas", René dit.

White Socks

Dreams are longer if

you write them down

How to adapt lack of education

to the standarts of education?

Why not pack sugar in shoes?

Left Palm of Us

Novel is unnecessary choice of inevitable.

Rhymes of the Old,

rhymes of Youth..

Red grasshopper hops

ahead of runner

on dry grass

Was "Blue Room" about the room?

Poets must learn to laugh at own epicity.

Smog and the flag celebrate together..

Use Thy nose to breathe,

learn from the Wind

Perjan always comes before Lauan?

Sitar, green tea and book:

three hands would be enough

Conscious runners use woodwinds

to scratch their backs too!

One need to learn

Patience Not to Choose..

8-times-a-day-sweated-man!

Not everything that you write

will be possible to correct..

Blessed is the runner

who doesn't step on snails.

Save Thy Monday by saying 'No'

to chocolate on Saturday!

Tranquill

Black tea, a book, then breakfast.

Dog barking in the distance

is an element of inner sanctum too..

The brevity is liberty!

one more tryday

200 cacaodrops, 300 rewritten words..

Dusty grass can't impress such a Lass!

Free minds are free from their big mouth.

Horns among firs!

Green tea reveals new angles in the novel.

Under the belly of the Great Heaven Mouse

following narrow path through gardens

runs a laughing dusky man..

She put a spell on me,

or was it heel?

Bloodcycle

Red apple, green tea, 5th chapter

Rain turned into blood for the Army.

Where are those places

from where She makes me worry?

No-baby-sitter

Maslyasana: learn or master?

Essayists' noses are often leak.

Armchairs sometimes are bombers

Mostly Full

Good Morning Virasana

(no "e", 'cause game isn't over)

Worries were vain, yet Soul write no word on my brow;

didn't She?

Lust hosts the Lost;

Lost host a lust.

Tuewinds

..the Price has its' depth, my Darling

Thou can't create a doubt.

An apple or a core will stop the war?

Huesday

..an ice' still there..

New chapter in the Quest for Loss of Extrinsic Brevity!

Did Vulcan wait for soup to warm up?