Hhaaaaa, hhhaaaa-hhhaaaaa
When you come back to life
when you have been dead and come back
all your body ackes in its smallest parts
even through the blood some kind of pain runs
like a limfatic
A woman of wit, such a rara avis,
you may one day meet
on a narrow and old street
of a californian dream
and she may seem
ordinary
but the "ex",
hidden in plain sight,
can make her eyes
they say there is love of first sight
but I'm not sure if they are right
cause what I've seen at a first glance
was the size of your emotional fence
the night behind your eyes that looked
as
Perhaps I've found what I was looking for
but I'm too calm to know if it's true
it might be the weather
a strawberry winter
it might be about time
or just my focus on a poem that still doesn't
One day when the sky was grey
and it seemed to grow darker by the hour
among a little but fiery crowd
that debated on the destruction of the earth
and all of its good people
Antichrist, that
One day I decided a man is The Man
I saw his weakness in the lower layers of
himself and his heart
some stem cells I gave him
to prevent his heart to fall apart
for my love is strong and heavy
You were wise and I was kind
Kept on changing our mind
You were good and I was too
Never heard the ”I love you”
You were nice and I was smart
Living for and with one heart
But than again
You
The resurrection wind blows once again
On the main stream of my heart
Exempting me from the feeling of vain
That kept my heart and head apart
And now that they’re reunited in one will
The door
Into this scene I burst from a dew drop
Like the sweet perfume of a thousand roses
And I found you there gardening
A spring and a sky garden with pinkish clouds
Such feeling of complete
Of
Time must be deaf
Or the most selfish entity
Related to our concept of reality
It doesn`t hear us when we ask it
To stop a bit
To give us the proper wit
For living the ironical perfect
Caught in himself
The man plays alone
Being his own millstone
You can give him love
Ignorance as well
He will always faill
To understand
The re(verse).
There was a man trapped into an hourglass
From past to present he couldn’t pass
He was moving weird and jumping in the sand
Trying to retrieve the time he had spent
Sailing on the sea.
After a
I saw the man crying and asked him why he is sad
Is it for love or because he does not have a bed
Or something to eat, a simple loaf of bread
He looked at me with strong and sparkling eyes
- This
We all love in many different ways
and even though I think this is not right
there is a matter of light and shadow,
of one that's ahead and one behind.
Some are a kind of tomcats,
with the
All human relations are corrupted and
as long as there is a question of struggling for power
there is no true love or friendship;
or maybe there is and is hidden very well underneath
They marched on and through my air
I just expanded on and through them
felt their strong passion and despair
all is happening carefully in rem,
my rem.
As I was overflowing my natural
There is no other definition to Life
Than The Creative One
For is that entity of force
That shapes without remorse
A path for each and everyone of us
Therefore we must be the ones
That they
Honey, oh yes, Lady Honey
Couldn’t care less about the money,
Sweetest girl you ever seen,
A true-love wonderful machine
Just one night in bed with her
And the man would be a jocker.
Sir
She was troubled by her own thoughts
There was no remorse or sorrow
Just a big net with many tiny knots
Of questions about tomorrow.
Walking always eased her mind flow
So she stepped on the
Je resterai ici immuable, tranquille
Comme ce chêne ancien de notre ville
Imaginaire.
Je suis immune à leur mots imbéciles
Parce que je crois en l’incrédible,
Mon cher.
Pensez à moi toujours
- Oh, mighty King! Oh, mighty Lord!
Throw this one over board!
For he doesn't have a clue
About what a man is supposed to do!
- Look, my King! Oh, mighty Lord!
Her tongue is like an evil
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