Pustka
Wokoło nic, prócz Twych ramion
Nade mną nic, oprócz warg Twoich
Czas, stanąwszy, czeka spokojnie na finał
Świat, zatrzymany w swoim pędzie, nie istnieje
Nic, oprócz nas, oprócz tych uczuć, co rwą się na wolność
Uciekając z zakamarków duszy, pragnąc tylko Ciebie, połączenia
Jedności, złączenia w sobie, byleby razem, przeciw wszystkiemu, na zawsze
Do zespolenia, miłości, tego, co jedynie Ty możesz mi zaofiarować
Wolniej, wolniej, aż do zatrzymania, do spokoju,
Myśląc o wieczności, chwytam mocno teraz
I nic, poza tobą, nie jest już ważne
Nic mnie nie tyczy
Nic
What hurts the most - ENG by Inai-Nerse, literature
Literature
What hurts the most - ENG
Matt turned around and looked at his best friend, who just entered the house. The blond started to take off his boots, totally ignoring the scowl Matt gave him. Matt continued to stare until he heard a sarcastic laughter from his gameboy - it suddenly reminded him of his game. And the game was over, apparently. The red "GAME OVER" inscription flashed on a screen, making Matt swear quietly. He switched off his plaything and looked again at Mello, just in time to see his witty smirk.
'What is it, Matty? Do you have a fever?' - Mello, still smirking, put his hand on Matt's forehead - 'Or maybe you're just so delighted to see me that you even ...