stop spinning in the violet air
there is nobody like me
Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon
the night of candles flickers in the mirror
stretch the time of raspberries and cherries
and stop forever in my soul
The lake was hidden in the middle of a secret cherry grove.
For thousand years its face silent; its beauty unknown; its deep desires unspoken.
One night a magic breeze blew above its waters.
The lake and the breeze fell in love.
Waves and tongues of air caressed each other
Flames of passion lit a violet sky
Whispers of occult desires made the cherries blush
Bubbles floated in the air
Murmurs of love filled the universe
The ecstasy from the beginning of the world
In the morning the breeze died. The magic lake shed dark tears. Inside its heart the breeze’s memory gave birth to spellbinding aquatic flowers.