Can you feel my breath?
Here I am, waiting.
My dream builder
As if on purpose...
Ready to collapse, oh God,
From the breeze...
You feel the trembling of the skin...
A moth,
Which rushes to you,
As to a fire,
Other people's windows,
Doors,
Faces...
Sleepy souls...
I look for you among the dark streets
And corners.
Among fools and vulgar clever girls,
Among eyes and words...
I don't care,
That there is an abyss between us -
From now on I dream...
Pressing my wings to you -
To burn...
Can you feel my breath?
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