..:Home:..
Home a place where I was born A place to be comfortable A place maybe far but in my heart Always over the rainbow
Home always over the downs And by the sea And under the clouds And in the breeze
To watch a family Learn and grown To come home from school To tell what I know
But the one thing That's best about home It's always close When you really need it
..:SONG TO MY LIVING SOUL:..
If I could sell My soul to the devil. I'm sure I would In exchange for a longer life. Just one day more If I could I'm sure I would.
Some people say and they're not wrong that life is bitter sweet. a little happiness and a lot of pain
Devil I don't care let me taste a little more of life even if tha day will be sad. Devil I don't care give me more life a little more and in exchange I'll give you my precious soul. I want to keep on feeling What my life gives me: Wine to get drunk on fro the rest of my eternity.
Crazy they call me who cares! Crazy to grasp life To sofocate death.
..:TIRED:..
Tired, friend, we want to awaken the guitar so that its song isn't drawned by the sinlence friend, How tired we are, How tired. Let's go to look for hopes in the flight of the birds To get away from sadness. Friend, however tired, We move the rhythm of the wait so that the wait won't be the tomb of memory nor absence. Friend, Your will and my will one day they will silence the noise of the voices so that they let our hearts beat. Friend, We are going,Tired but not destroyed, to take out the ??? against the veils that cover the earth. this way,friend, tired and silent is the evidence of the effort to get out of sadness
..:WAKE UP:..
When the dawn smiles in a way That the frost turns Into the warm milk of a fig-tree your soul,at last,will bathe in the prairie and shouts to the sun that blinds you <> then the sun will be extinguished and your soul will take its place
..:CM NLKL:..
When the words don't reach Where the feeling doesn't end When things stay inside That the mouth doesn't express, when the soul feels infinite How can I begin to explain that the blood In my heart doesn't stop It's held back on the outside And it stays still Without wings And they give it words, Words that don't heal The loneliness but they try.
How can i say that what i want are hands, Arms and legs That feel that feel the thorns of the way the morning flowers And above all your hands that so many hands touched and with mine They stayed. And above all your hair, your face And your whole body.
How can i say That what i want is to love you. You Just You.
..:DREAM:..
For you I was a poet, one night in your arms with you the night became fire between your legs and grooms of love for your prairies I loved love Your whole life. My arms envelop your waist My hands draw your silohuete, and my mouth sew ambers across your face that my kisses had left like water filtering through the earth. the proof of my love melted in your soul and like sparks that jump out of the fire I covered you with my kisses.
My stare left you naked. I took the secret of your soul |