Unimaginable by Misha Lyuve

I am moved by my life

Today was unimaginable a year ago

And every day has been like that

Last day of summer by Misha Lyuve

Last day of summer, don’t be so sad;

Inevitable you’ll be back.

My fingers are sticky with juices of peach,

They smell of your body and beach.

Not for long….

New me by Misha Lyuve

The path to new me – the one who has still mind and a heart of gold, the one who can find answers to tough questions and solutions to impossible situations – that path is filled with many bruises and broken hearts, and though the adventure has its satisfaction there is always a lingering doubt whether that new me is ever achievable.

Can’t get out of my head by Misha Lyuve

I am watching my kids playing on the beach and can’t get out of my head the image of the Syrian boy whose body was found on the Turkish shore. When children (adults too, but even more so children) go through sufferings like that – is there any meaningful justification? I feel the need to apologize to them for myself, for humanity and even for god.

Precious heads by Misha Lyuve