It's 11:30a.m. There are 6 men in the internet-salon and one of them is me. Somewhere sounds "From Sarah with love" by Sarah Connor. Time is limited.I've got only 20 minutes to print this poem.Money's getting over...But it's enough. Yes, It will be enough...Dear God, bless me and help me once again.I like that you go crazy not of me,
I also like the way we'll never meet.
I like that velvet sky and deepblue sea
Will never slipaway from our feet.
I like the way to be so fresh and fun,
To live without the minds of reputation.
And when you sing about "hide and run"
I try to overtake your train on the station.
i like that you don't know me and you still
Live through enjoy and kiss another person.
And you won't curse me to be burnt in hell
For what I dare to say with all my poems.
i like that you don't mention my soft name...
Don't call me,darling,please, don't do it!
I like that in the silence of the church
Will never sing above us "Hallelujah".
I thank you with my heart and with my hand
for what you still declare to me one's feelings,
For what I stay alive is on the land,
For all my lonely nights,for our non-meetings.
I thank you for non-walks under the moon
And for the sun shines not above us,
For what my song exists without a tune,
for what i've known the useless of the dollars.
For what you're thinking-alas!-not of me,
For what I'll always think about you.
