The look

Annalum nokinar (He saw too)
Avalum nokinal (She saw as well)

Fire in the ice, naked to the T-bone
Is a lover's disguise, banging on the head drum
Shaking like a mad bull, she's got the look
Swaying to the band, moving like a hammer
She's a miracle man, loving is the ocean
Kissing is the wet sand, she's got the look

p.s. (the last paragraph is from Roxette's song, "She's got the look".)

Burden

He works and he works
For food and for shelter.
Once done, we dispose of him.
For he can no longer carry our Burden

The conversation with a devil

I walked down a road one day,
With a man, who really was not there.
He told me what I needed to hear,
He told me what I knew.
He told things, I would not even tell myself,
He told me for he was the devil.

The story is at A conversation with the devil.

P.S. The narrative style is borrowed from Fyodor Dostoevsky's 'The Brothers Karamazov'.