It was twenty of us or maybe more.
When we arrived at the shore,
the beach was like a seamless décor.
But soon as the frisbees began to soar,... more »
I see your reflection on the glass window of night,
The flikering lights, twinkling in your eyes,
Beyond this walls the city is quietly napping,
Just to rise to another pale day of fluffy flakes,... more »
There is nothing magical here
Only occasional temporary traces
Of tango-like steps
Left on the snow white ground... more »