Nowhere to run.. gone all the fun, the sun is down
Preparing for the new trip
The eyes of the innocence, the crush of the broken heart
The lyric of depart from yourself..
Your conscience..
She
In the end there is night running through my veins
Story telling about a fight covering the storm
Streaming memories come falling down to the well of thoughts
Dreaming all seems too bright.. the
I'm Tired to Think when I Look into your Eyes… tired to See that my Dreams Always GO
Listening to Words bringing Ends that are Near …Melting the Spell of your Voice
Dreams that we're making the
Invisible rain running on water
Trees are continuously trying to get more sky under their wings.. Invisible animals frozen under their cave try to make light a better place to love..
Coloured
I\'ve planted your first wing..
I\'ve prepared my fishtail
It\'s a new day dream
For the last of todays
You can come pick my secrets
Even your arm\'s still shaking (injured)
I\'ve stopped
Magnetized by your virtual touch
Feelings are running in my heart
Virtual Memories closed in a look
My soul is going chasing your thoughts
Virtual feelings in my real mind
Hidden
Which part of a soul becomes young when you love?
Which part of a soul becomes fool and strong?
Which part of the soul is dreaming at you?
When all other things become part of you too?
I’ve
Songs List
1. Nothing to be heard
2. You could like
3. I don\'t want to remember
4. Just say it\'s enough
5. I don\'t mind if you can bring it back
6. I could say the word
7. Walking on
you and me
spreaded all around the eyes of God between them two tribes: you and me
what kind of angels do you call when you send me away discreetly to the scaffold ?
that smile crucifying
I was playing with the feeling of springtime – when
too mellow of love I was falling beside you
the only one that’s carefully writing his testimonial
I’ll stick to your shadow changing nothing
I
\"and what if God is a woman\"
we have known each other from the street
through little beggars and prostitutes
traffickers panhandlers serial criminals maybe
there are details you want of
I’m drowning
with the coughing sirrup
that sirrup from the glass
that broke itself
spreading arround
its shards
spattering
the insects
walking dirty
through another little broken bottles
I don’t have to spent any more hot words
from the sticking edges of thoughts
the crickets of mind are whistling falling inside
the birds are quietly freezing through the pockets
forsaken
here, alone, I offered my hand to anyone
ready to accept it
here I was smouldering inside
the scream of tomorrow’s holly relics
spitting in the evening
loving the next day
the sun was
no height, do deepness, no other being
could ever tear us from His love…
they’re washed out all the pictures
the look is giving up brushing the side of the desert
they’re more and more coming
my city bewailed you today
escorting you with its last white bird
in that melody of your heart in which I raped my legs
in some savage notes
it was the time of running away from those female
rien à entendre plus rien à voir
le rêve a disparu ta nuit est perdue
folle de moi
revoirs négligés... rien dans tes yeux...
c\' est regrettable ... te sens-tu toi vivant
mon amour
(drop 29.07... 10.00)
XIV
in the morning...
I know...
I was just a name on a paper
an innocent name on a lousy paper
a dusty forgotten cover
in the wind
from a journal with it\'s pages
gone
I
on the dark of the moment
I felt delighted... too early
by the taste of the tears
counting my pain...
didn\'t know what I was tasting
the time grown green in long trices
up to the
un jour je prendrai la tête du Silence
ta solitude deviendra mienne alors
je dirai qu’il n’y a personne dans la rue de trèfle
de mon espérance couverte de poussière d\'aigle
je lèverai alors le
fleurs de neige implantées dans la grande poitrine nacrée bleuâtre
bouquets de cœurs blancs où pulse un sang transparent
et marchent lourdement sur les crêtes d’argent coulant
la mer crie ses
(de toutes les choses dites seule reste ta voix)
de toutes les paroles ardentes et couvées
de ces voix murmurées parmi les pensées
s\'élèvera toujours une seule voix
noyée dans les attentes
from the depths of the night, the light of a sound
from the arc of memories the arrow of a thought
from the breath of flowers the kiss of an eye-drop
from the dark of the soul the white knee of a
Hanged on the window’s curtains
The day was hardly breathing
Her body was lying there long
Like a symptom to death
Bored stars
Like prisoners captured in the cage
Of some unhappy