Matryoshka - All Poems-Bostons Of Told Spirit Poem by Gencay

A stillborn tobacco
It does not penetrate a body that has never lived.
Ayy girl that never existed
Mix my hair, dispel my sadness and
The future that does not exist or even does not exist
Throw it in your arms that are already dead..
But don't forget that
Even if I am angry, I am angry
I have no love but you
Even if you don't have it..

If I need to pass my existence
I don't feel my flesh yet.
It is deceiving is believing and proving
But I do not believe in believing nor in evidence.

Even if I throw my post there
I won't have a rest of my body.
Even if I forget my troubles
I will not have a worry-free day.
Tell me come close to me and even if you hug
When you hug, what you feel will not be me...

I made marbles from the skies
I threw them all with my thumb.
But there is nothing that makes my soul feel
Even if he grabs me with his arms...

I am uncertain in the sun, not in the fog,
Memories are remembered when the song is played
I have not forgotten in silence either.

Love, no flag
No religion
And no culture knows.
This is the self of love.

And tired fingers
The words remained without joy
If i
Canes of my soul
I have to replace it with wheelchairs...