Mostră de poezie mumoasă, și nu e scrisă de mine :)
Dark shadows move into the night
Hidding themselves from the light
Just like a ghost
With her soul lost
In the morning they run
At night they are having fun
Living deads of the cemetery
Playing around the crematory
Looking at the people on the street
Tickling them at the feet
But the people don’t react
Because they don’t see them in fact
Nor they feel them
Nor they hear them
Because ghosts don’t exist, do they?… [...]
