I walk confidently on the chimera deck.

A new wait is over, lost in thots, I meditated

On the bench in the park are embroidered with queen of the nights.

I am also the number of the future sons, the kindergarten children

You stay in my mind from the sunset.

My skin is wet with snow on the lambs 9th of May.

On the sand full of you I draw them

Then draw me lightly

As in a story

On the moon watermarks

I love the moonlight full moon that slips over a ray,

By full silence

Tonight a puppy sniffs sweet freshness,

I turned my head over my shoulder and hear the wobbly twist of wings

Which slides over the silk clouds?

I evil catching the puppy dog walking toward the house

In the horizon of waters that I do not even know,

Is hearing a calling from the departure ship.

A new wait, runs through the full moon in the distance,

He's only saying a stick spear.