I never need a lot.
A person to share my smiles.
A person to believe that I am good human being.
A person that glow in the dark.
A person that could not leave me.
A person to understand.
A person that would not lose the way.
A person that will not go in the arm of another.
A person that will not grow older.
A person that will hold on me.
A person who understands the music in the silence.
A person that sees other dimensions.
A person that can transforms into spacewalker.
A person that can fight with my mess.
A person that can suffer like clown.
A person that is not afraid of the end.
A person that will break through the class. And break it in thousands pieces.
A person that will speak with me.
A person that will not change his mind when look me in the eyes.
A person that will make love to me.
"An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all." Oscar Wilde
Friday, December 27, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Ryan
Tie me to a tree
and make me watch
how you burn to roots.
I look at you -you are mess.
You look at me- I am mess.
Is there Something to help us?!
More than a human,
more than a machine.
Even with your glasses,
you don't see above me.
Even hungry,
I don't want to follow you.
Without music,
all words are empty.
And I don't have friends
to blame...
and make me watch
how you burn to roots.
I look at you -you are mess.
You look at me- I am mess.
Is there Something to help us?!
More than a human,
more than a machine.
Even with your glasses,
you don't see above me.
Even hungry,
I don't want to follow you.
Without music,
all words are empty.
And I don't have friends
to blame...
Friday, December 6, 2013
You hit me.
You hit me and I liked it.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because I needed it.
Because I did not have to harm myself alone.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because you saved me from my pain.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because I do not have to hide anymore.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because softness is overrated.
You hit me and I liked it.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because I needed it.
Because I did not have to harm myself alone.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because you saved me from my pain.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because I do not have to hide anymore.
You hit me and I liked it.
Because softness is overrated.
You hit me and I liked it.
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