1There is a door,

but I do not have the key.

I am locked in my world.

I cannot go out.

I am a prisoner,a slave,a beast.

How could I run away?

How could I set me free?

Maybe I dig a hole with my hands,

but maybe that hole is just my grave.

Death is a kind of freedom.

I cannot hope no salvation from outside.

Nobody knows I am here.

I try to scream,

but my voice is just a whisper,

I am too weak to save myself.

I think I will die alone,

locked in my world,

in the darkness.

There is nobody but myself.

There is only a door.

Do you have the key?



Let me see you.
Wow! How you grew up!
You are still young!
Even greater than me.
It is very nice to see you again.
You do not know
how many times
I thought of you newly!
I missed you a lot!
Why did you go away?
Did not I love you enough?
You did not tell me goodbye…
But,well,let’s forget the past!
Come on closer to me,
I wanna hug you,my darling!
It is so good to feel you again.
Hey,your body is cold.
What happened?
Your eyes are so white…
Why don’t you speak to me?
Please,darling,tell me
what is going on with your life!
Wait,are you over here really?
Who are you?
A ghost?Remembrance?Delirium?
My God,help me!
Bring me who I love!
At least one more time!
One last time!
Make me happy…


Mi volas esti nova persono

kaj venki miajn terurojn,

sed temas pri venki kaj post penti.

Mi konas min,sed ne scias se konos min,

post kiam mi min aliigxos.

Eble mi sentigxos kiel fremdzulo

kiam mi rigardos je la spegulo.

Mi volas esti mia propra amiko,

sed mi ne povas; cxar ne min amas.

Neniun mi amas,cxar la amo ne ekzistas.

Mi naskigxis por suferi kaj igxi malfelicxa.

Mi ne volas esti nova persono plu,

sed nun nur volas morti.

La vivo estas kruela kaj miaj larmoj estas salaj,

mi ploras cxar la doloro estas granda.

Cxi tio estos mia epitafo:

naskigxis,kreskis,suferis kaj mortis.

Mi neniam estis felicxa.

Mi neniam estis amita.

Mi ne min amas.

Mia animo estas pli malhela ol nokto.

Ne estas luno cxe mia cxielo.

Cxiuj steloj mortis.

Mi estas sola cxar mi volas,ke neniu vidas miajn larmojn.

Mi ne volas plori plu,kaj ne volas vivi plu.

Cxi tiu estas mia lasta poezajxo.mirror.jpg


Nunca me casare,

yo no creo en el amor,

nunca yo he sido amado

y por eso yo nunca amare.

Mi corazon esta para siempre hielado,

ningun fuego puede calentar,

ninguna mujer puede hacerme feliz,

solamente un angel,

pero yo no creo tambien en angeles

asi como no creo en el amor.

Por eso nunca me casare,

nunca hacere alguien feliz.

Mi corazon esta muerto y hielado.

No hay angeles en el cielo,

hay en la tierra mujeres malvadas.


No llames mi nombre,

no me gusta oir tu voz,

quiero olvidarte,

quiero que sea un pasado

en mi vida,

estoy cansado de llorar

y mi corazon esta cansado de sufrir,

yo te ame como nunca ame ningun antes,

yo te he dado todo mi amor,

pero solo mi dinero

a ti te gustava,

quierias vivir como una reina

con muchas fiestas y regalos

y muchos amantes en mi ausencia…

No te quiero mas en mi vida!

Por eso no llames mi nombre,

no me gusta oir tu voz

pidindo mi perdon,

yo no te perdonare,

yo te matare en mi corazon!



You broke my heart,

I should break your nose,

But I do not want to break my hand,

A broken heart is enough.

I will pick up its pieces

And make a puzzle,

Maybe you have fun with it,

Maybe you can learn to love me truly.


wallup.netI have no dream

But the reality around myself.

Eveything I do must be perfect

Because I don’t have another day

And I can’t come back.

Everyday is my last day.

I have no tomorrow.

I have no future,no faith,no God.

What is God?Just a word and nothing else.

Everything is empty in my life.

Empty like the reality around myself.

I have no dream

Because I don’t believe in dreams.

I don’t believe in promises,

I don’t believe in magic.

Everything I do must be perfect

Because everyday is my last day

And I have no tomorrow.

Living is hard.

I can’t fail.


476_9c89f5be4bbe342a3279f32ed94d81c9Could you bring me peace?

I need just that,please,

But you are away

In this dark day.

Now I am alone

In my bitter home

And I face my fears

While I dry my tears.

It is night and you didn’t come

To bring me the morning sun.

This is not a joke:

My lonely heart you broke.

My soul feels the pain

That makes me insane

And I don’t know what to do

Because today I lost you.



Broken dreams,

Broken youth,

Interrupted life;

Dreams that did not occur,

Plans that failed,

The hope is over,

Life fell apart;

She had everything to live for,

Dreams to realize,

The world to embrace,

Many people to meet and help,

But life was cut short;

Young,intelligent, beautiful,

And through her pages,eternal;

Anne Frank,my best friend,

How I love you without having met you!

You are the best company

For my moments of solitude

When I have no one to comfort me,

I read your diary

And diving in your world

And it gives me courage

And strenght to live;

What a woman you would have been,

The best journalist if you could have livre lionger,

But the danm war made you leave earlier this world,

But you will always remain alive in my memory

Because you live in me,Anne,

Or will I have livre within you,

Within your willpower,



Within your light that enlightens me?

You make me live

And therefore your death was not in vain.

A day we meet?

Rest in peace,my dear Anne Frank.