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Amore
Today, the house is filled with roses. / It’s the red celebration of the / kisses of the night. / I would like to be a rose in your / childlike and savage hands. / I would write ypu a better poe…
Loneliness
You follow me and you are always with me / My second shadow of me and my first pain / I know, you can’t leave me / as much as I wanted to / Separate from you. / Yes, you have to exist somehow / …
Desire
We bite dangerously into anything that’s eatable / knowing that, we – people - / are in the category of the tasty ones.. We tried to kill ourselves / So we could enjoy each other / feel…
Cold
Life is some sort of a cold / that we live / only when we give up happiness / in an unconscious way. / Some sort of cold like a rope that ties up / at every pain that comes along / from one to anothe…
We all die
We all die, / Somebody needs to die / Nobody wants to die / We’ll live being surrounded / by death. / A forever life in an infinit time / that’s when we hate to die / because each of us wa…
If we were humans
If we were humans / we could have lived / that thing that’s called LIFE / but we killed each other / and nothing has left / but a content… DEATH Reality is above us / it’s stro…
