you call me cute
but it's cute to see you riding me

let's play on the floor
my imagination
it's so humid in here
did you make it like this?
my mind is so messed up right now

I want to walk through the city with you
visit the big sights
and at the end
kiss you under your building
or kiss you in front of your front door

I want to play on the floor
you make me pointier
do you know what that means?
I feel pointier next to you
flirting with you and imagining
me and you
in the city
at the gate of your house
wine and pizza
floor of wonders
me naked
and you even more

I can't tell anyone and neither can you
so stay longer because this jazz is very good
and the bossa nova will be here soon and we'll go to bed
and you'll give it to me

yellowish orange light
I'll tell you but I feel it's forbidden
that's what gets me the most

you make me want to take my clothes off
anywhere
you make me want to feel want

let me paint you
I'll make beautiful art
wherever you are
let me paint you?

let me make a movie
let me make you a movie
close the door and don't mind making noise
if we bother them we'll go to a hotel and pretend our names and birthdays
just to keep it all between us
me and you
your body and my mouth
so give it to me

do you think I'm cute?
cute is watching you **** me off
so let me paint you
give it to me
let me paint you?

december 24th
the most awaited day of all my years
but now everything is so unhappy on that date
everything was gold
since when did christmas become so blue?
since when did birthdays stop being celebrated?
since when did happiness stop hanging over my home world?

yes, i left the christmas lights up until January
i saw the christmas tree on fire
i saw it on fire and pretended to be happy
while they kept their eyes closed i saw the fire
the heat was on my face and the fire reflected in my eyes
i'm not going to pretend to be happy because i've been doing it for a few years now
i'm not going to put a happy smile on my face
not tonight
i'm going to ignore the fact that i've seen the fire so close up so many times
there will be no clandestine happiness this time
i know that happiness is just as contagious as sadness
so now i won't pretend
this happiness is going to get me
they'll have to be happy to see me happy
there will be no more clandestine happiness

i do everything with great expectation
but they're never met
i don't get sad
i'm unhappy
and they judge me saying i'm an ingrate ******
they want to measure my feelings against other people
and expect me to understand and pretend to be happy
there will be no more clandestine happiness

I miss you, my helper

I miss your waves touching my skin
your natural hands
I'd like to cross you in the middle and find out what you have to show me
when you were still here
I miss you my helper

I miss drinking Vanilla ***** in your sight
you don't judge
you welcome
longing to pray to you every night
praying to have you more and more
praying that you'll want me until the day I die
not your death, but mine
because you don't die
I miss you, my helper

you are blue
but not of sadness
but of Maresia
you are so vast and so bipolar
i like that about you
you're like my relatives
mysterious
I like that about you
but only in you
I miss you, my helper

when I was lost, unfortunately, I couldn't go to meet you
and I really thought I'd never see you again
but when I saw you again I cried
and my salty tears mixed with your salt
which is dense and exists
but I think you were praying to me from afar
because even far away I feel you rocking me
thank you for that, if it was intentional
thank you for that, if it wasn't intentional
you send me a boat when I'm lost all the time
I don't **** myself because I know I'll be far away from you
and I don't even know if they know I want my ashes on you
I miss you my helper

came to meet you as soon as possible
without hesitation  
I miss you my helper

maresia