Foaming dreams
Memory of Mr Mieczysław
If you were my dream;
Breathing would be lighter.
The Heart Look
Lighter and warmer
In specified a dream the only
I'm light as a butterfly
In heaven's Seledin
His arms
That touch
Born by the Sun
Carefree Childhood
Forever
Every large gesture
A Filter of Sensitivity
The Deepest Breath
An embarrassing eternity
But you were real;
Those words.
With a light kiss
They fondle dreams
