the tree, sparkling lights that i envy
i would like that glow comes from me, to divide
so i envy.... the silver, the english porcelain, the crystal cups
all that things we can buy
...
I worry about my past
not that he has anything special
what worries me are those that I left behind
...
hovering upon me
a big Ash Tree
as i lay down looking up
but ashes that drops on my face
...
I was wondering about us
If realy love is or infatuation is
Or if your realy love left you
You need satisfy your desert heart
...
The seal, the law and voice
sends without fear some strong words
...
Gnawing me
tiny, tiny
as a mouse to a piece of cheese
small, insistently
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I was taking your image with me
from the beginning, so long.....
difficult to talk about you
I know you so douce
...
Oh! Lady bright!
sleeping so calm
after the tempest of light
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