The SacramentNo longer responds to my messages, nor my calls...Every day hanging by a thread is my hope...I never believe to lose my heart this way for someone else…Now I wonder why suddenly she no longer wanted me. Why my life went empty. Why nobody answer my questions...Nothing left without her...Live without living in me and the hope for life is so high, that I die, because I do not die...One day I dreamed a love like no one could ever dream it, some love it was all life, all poetry.And the winter passed and did not come, and the spring also passed, and neither came.I'll stop calling the Moon by your name. Maybe knows, that I died in your mouth.You have killed more than ten times and I have been reborn in other: your eyes.Happy images of the woman fill my confused mind.My heart lets himself go, and for the first time is quiet. And I smile at the naive girl.About the beauty of the night, the immortality of the spirit, the stupid of the diurnal world, the black magic, his desire
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A
purity is not measured in an earthly formThere are sins rain can’t cleanse.