Deceit summer
choose the best clothes even if I have to leave
an entire weekend spent waiting
wait for your words but I hear only silence screaming end
deception
confidence faded last summer
you are the deception of my summer
purity poorly sewn
Winter is stealing my nights
among other sheets while you repeat the same words I do
clouds of my dreams
the magic of the night no longer comfort me
and you also lose the moon
universe and there is no THE MOON
in my universe I
imbadito the table and poured the wine
come as well, I have candles for you
the perfume into the axle that your craving
your dish best served
then pulls your face ferina
sent down to the end
my heart to the blood for you
you let him finish
even if you've already digested.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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I still have a lit cigarette
walk barefoot on the floor
to feel the cold under the skin
reminds me that I'm still alive
watch the rain fall from the balcony
since you went away
I still have a lit cigarette
bank accounts do not return books
not cross my mind is full
the FIGRA
but the flesh dries on my bones
since you went away
I still have a lit cigarette
wearing the same clothes for days
so do not forget your smell
the bed on your side is already done
I do not sleep, I lie down without touching
the remains of your last breakfast
the floor, standing near the bedside
I stop to watch, I remember your mouth
I still have a lit cigarette.
and old tell me that they fear death and buried scars
back to scream but no longer plays Blu
and I still have a 'last cigarette
that last one is not.
walk barefoot on the floor
to feel the cold under the skin
reminds me that I'm still alive
watch the rain fall from the balcony
since you went away
I still have a lit cigarette
bank accounts do not return books
not cross my mind is full
the FIGRA
but the flesh dries on my bones
since you went away
I still have a lit cigarette
wearing the same clothes for days
so do not forget your smell
the bed on your side is already done
I do not sleep, I lie down without touching
the remains of your last breakfast
the floor, standing near the bedside
I stop to watch, I remember your mouth
I still have a lit cigarette.
and old tell me that they fear death and buried scars
back to scream but no longer plays Blu
and I still have a 'last cigarette
that last one is not.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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The pitfall
That bud needed actions,
could not unfold only with words and looks. As you master acrobats
language,
I was fascinated with the image,
but to cultivate the land is hard work and sweat,
hands, able to eradicate weeds and anything that might harm their flowering
feet on, ready to protect each blow of the winds.
I offered you my warm soil,
I even received the fertilizer as with anyone,
but still do not care for it, let
small worms gnaw on my petals,
with lenses earn bites m
see who are preparing for the banquet.
shows colors for you,
no, no other insect was my jelly
I cry to you protect me from the bees,
but you let one of them stole the pollen.
this day has come to suck, and I
unarmed, without your defense.
Now, to me, helpless,
remain just blunders.
That bud needed actions,
could not unfold only with words and looks. As you master acrobats
language,
I was fascinated with the image,
but to cultivate the land is hard work and sweat,
hands, able to eradicate weeds and anything that might harm their flowering
feet on, ready to protect each blow of the winds.
I offered you my warm soil,
I even received the fertilizer as with anyone,
but still do not care for it, let
small worms gnaw on my petals,
with lenses earn bites m
see who are preparing for the banquet.
shows colors for you,
no, no other insect was my jelly
I cry to you protect me from the bees,
but you let one of them stole the pollen.
this day has come to suck, and I
unarmed, without your defense.
Now, to me, helpless,
remain just blunders.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Differance Between Poam Sonet
Com 'were beautiful
how beautiful
on the bank of that lake
still something between us but we had eyes in the same direction
how beautiful because when you start telling your Old
and discover that there
came as a surprise that you love how beautiful
with the embarrassment of two young lovers
two lovers that are eaten in the eyes
skirts for the distance-haired
how beautiful
while secretly touched our hands we
feet of frightened children
as that for the time without touching the water
how beautiful it could return
then I should not invent a song that I may console.
how beautiful
on the bank of that lake
still something between us but we had eyes in the same direction
how beautiful because when you start telling your Old
and discover that there
came as a surprise that you love how beautiful
with the embarrassment of two young lovers
two lovers that are eaten in the eyes
skirts for the distance-haired
how beautiful
while secretly touched our hands we
feet of frightened children
as that for the time without touching the water
how beautiful it could return
then I should not invent a song that I may console.
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