You burned me and im gradually getting back a taste for sweet fruit
I must admit that i entertained the idea of you and me being something together
Because your like flying in a jet plane to paradise
Im cured
You se im not special and different and to god im just a coffee bean difficoult to separate from the bagfull
still its better to love than not love
I hope that love comes knocking again
A beer in brazil is as good as an english one
good enough to raise a smile
COnception is important at some point and reinvigorating
Oh the blues, stuck in a mobile with the memphis blues again as mr dylan said
An obsession, nothing factual empty years taken from my life
I searched for god, and somehow my life was in vain
The only joy i had was my soul
Now is my turn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem