It...sad after a tree in the field, stay pal moon, desert - wind tossing tree - and feel the trills of madnes. A shadow muttering go...man..he`s hungry man, I fat man, but see...I made it now..he feared most, the poor...the pal moon, the wilderness of selling tosing tree...
And while all are sad. today and yesterday, the flood of pain. and dream in black Sunset destiny ... and better times are not coming, keep coming...and no...and cuddling and all are sad today as yesterday...
vineri, 14 martie 2014
Beings drama.......
Day flow to the cemetery, sad, one by one/ and the life desramand wired/ and there, slowly, softly gather sighs/ miss tomorrow whith their sister with a miss me.
Out the outside of heavy rain and high peaks what beggining of last night, crept into my eyes and my soul I shudder.What I call, from that land?. Whith the thought`s back to inside, I cry and call an old wanderer, call`n splash me soul and saved.
miercuri, 12 martie 2014
When I die, baby, to crown me not to cry, the holy and sweet lime to break a branch in my head catiously tu bury your branch over her to fall to splash your eyes..
marți, 11 martie 2014
Listen, you, well, baby, do not cry and do not be afraid,listen to haw hard the depths, the earth we call him...
luni, 10 martie 2014
Rose`s time that dies, dies in gardens and dies in me, time dying roses ... and were so full of life ...
sâmbătă, 8 martie 2014
Nu exista durere mai nimicitoare pentru sufletul unei femei, decat aceea de a se fi daruit, trup si suflet, unui barbat nedemn de iubirea ei.
Azi, de 8 Martie, ma adresez reprezentantelor Evei: ce minune ca existati!
