in the fight
partisans of thought
fighting into the day
a thousand times
against one
the same
tireless
a thought
fall in love…
Posted in words
Texts by Valdas Ručinskas
partisans of thought
fighting into the day
a thousand times
against one
the same
tireless
a thought
fall in love…
the most difficult
to believe
that
by itself
the wind is blowing
flowers grow
happily
lives
people…
pure as bunches of grapes
pure as boundless lakes
I repeat to myself and do not collect
more than...
thank you for being
you reflect me
that I would be
I hope so too
you right
I reflect
I hope
shining…