ŽARBIS

My mother made me be born twice
A side pile on one side face
Cash by an umbilical cord

That made me something or nothing
Closer wars of egos
I am the small day until dawn

going or dead my thinking!
died the intoxication of despised my soul!
Insults if you want the my senses marvelled!

Inside of my intimate cave
I conquered the fullness of the pleasure
But half my vows lights me up

Here come the breeze who am I?
the serenity or madness?
Would I gradually to die?

Who can tell me?I argued!
Alternately I fire my momentum
in decadent

In the sea, the aspect of hope
I swim to the lighthouse, me takes the blade
my thinking!

However while it me insult
The letters she wrote on my wall.
Am the madness, serenity! But the welcome


Elisabeth Vaury