She sang a song of seven seas
She'd once travelled by,
A song of woe, a song of bliss,
She sang to the sky.
She sang a song of seven seas
As she died on the shore,
A song as sweet as a salty kiss
To be heard nevermore.

I just ate an entire chocolate bar.
Could have it poisoned my very heart?
Cause although the chewing felt like flying
This aftermath feels just like dying!

She grabs my bodice tightly
with her bold tiny hand,
She pulls my hair lightly,
she doesn't understand
How much it hurted
and still does.
She loves me and I love her.
And it hurts.

She's something new to me,
like a packed Christmas present,
But it seems we've always met,
who knows if we haven't?
Her pudgy little body,
how could it come from mine?
How comes from a tempest
a ray of sunshine?
She loves me and I love her.
And it hurts.

Everytime she looks at me,
with round translucent eyes,
I know all was worth it,
my love, my medicine, my life.
I'm so young and innocent,
but so is she,
And I love her and she loves me.
And the pain is nothing at all.

I can't stand the heat of these clothes,
I can't breath the weight of this air,
So much red blood I can't hold,
Just can't feel my feet bare,
I can't bear my dark soul,
I can't bear to be alive,
I can't bear to die,
Wanna be dust,
Naked gold,
The sky.

I read on a poem on a wintery day
Some kind of soham:
Nothing gold can stay.
And even this saying might be much true,
So much is staying
That is golden too.
So much you can't touch,
So much you can't see,
So much of you
Forever in me.
For Time can take,
And Time can break,
Things we've touched
And things we've seen
But Time, Valensa,
My love of Provença,
Can nothing do to what we have been.

I know I should be grateful
because I have all to be:
I've got a house and food
and people to bother me;
And I know I should be grateful
to be made someone someday,
why I'm not a can't say.
We made things harder by making them easier,
I should think about school,
about grades and the rules
I should keep myself busier!
I shoud look myself more tidy,
I should speak like this and that,
Your baldness and healthy skin
are caused by the same hat.
I should be so much
that I don't want too!
I'm thinking of Greek afternoons, and islands and butterflies...