Martyna tinklaraštis

you know me. you don't mind waiting.
you just can't show me, but God i'm praying,
that you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
that you run and never tire..

sunkia galva
bastausi
rankiodamas 
dienų 
nuolaužas

Šį rytą - snigo
Dabar - lyja

Užkarkusiu
balsu
praeivis
keikia 
miestą.

Krinta
galva
į
nakties
plunksnas.