streda 18. júla 2012

Making sense(s)

I taste a special flavour

On my tongue

But I miss eggs &  flour

Something is wrong

With this cake

I smell strong parfume

With my nose

But  I assume

To fancy rose

Fresh air is needed

I touch the velvet

With my hands

But I neglect

To dance on sands


I see a miracle

With my own eyes

But nothing mystical

Can ever rise

You from the ground 

I hear an angel´s song

With my ears

But you must walk along

To notice tears

Falling in silence