Those, of that kind

Some sort of those barbarians of yours hit me last night
today I am still feeling their slap on my spirit.

I've been trying to hide from them,
but they always find a way to catch one's senses.

The feeling is the same as being naked
when it is to cold to be uncovered.

Then is hard to breath and greet,
life then seem to be as hard as it has always been.


22.06.09