Friendly fire
I do not fear to fight even a thousand devils on a battlefield. It’s my aim that worries me. Stand close!
Poetry
Red
I am colour blind. My heart, like in black and white. Film flickering. Street lights, stage lights. The people, extras passing by. Through the window of a bar, a couple in love. A pretty girl everywhere. A glass of wine. Two, three. Voices from an open window on third. Slow, fast, slow, but without the music….
A Single Quest
Quest. Windmills. Love. Pain. Fears. Caution. Masks. Opportunities. Moment. Passed. Suddenly, and again, all the world’s a stage… I’m a really bad actor. Be. Love. Simple. Hero.
Illusions of grandeur
Love ephemeral makes no sense to the human heart.