Glaze Poem by Norbert Tasev

But Life doesn't have a fence yet: Founding is still a mistake, and that's my father's biggest problem: "You're very old at the age of thirty! " - he says, and with crying wow screams, begging supplication voices, I should send a message to my mother to encourage and keep encouraging her, - because she fits me very well!

Many were threatened, in many ways with swear-crowd words and all worm-invasions: "No wonder the child doesn't go among people! Make friends! " - Cheap consolation! I should stay true to my fears too! I'm still hanging out in this lifeless and weird age - but I can't cling to fear forever!

He does not yet have a house foundation for a common future, and his soulmate's physical reality is lacking, but he has faith and a will for the firm character to endure and put up with the trials of the great world; the pessimism of helplessness becomes more and more binding, holding me tighter. And it is possible that the pension contribution will not be mailed permanently by hacking eb-hands!

The hopes of an imagined more beautiful life are tied to the bars of the Present, if a swan hand caressed and caressed me, at least my confused thoughts might be even more: I could be more optimistic! But there is now a fog settling out there as a hedge, culminating in the gloomy reality of time: "Don't let your good spirits be ruined! " - says my more experienced man in his veteran voice, Mind! - And there may be so many ordeals s

with the calm of the unlikely, he can still only be alone and is he right? - I am afraid of the unknown uncertainty almost many times and doubly, because I can't know for sure, the accidental luck of beginners was just mine, or the caress.