Lovely faces with gorgeous bodies;
Dancing on the beats of music...

Fewer in love, few in love with the idea of love,
Most, just waiting for the right time; To make a move...

The time is flying, beats getting louder,
Lovers’ ecstatic, others’ still hopeful;
Rest’ losing the plot, rolling on the floor...

Finally, its 2.30 a.m., the zoo of love, desire & lust;
Smelling ****, beer and blood...

Fewer in love, left already,
Few in love with the idea of love, lost the plot & senses;
Scavengers waiting, other walking with dejection...

Seven days pause then again, a new weekend, but the same Zoo;
And so, would be sensations…

Written by MAJI, Turun Yliopisto

Do you bleed when you write?
When your fingertips
get sore and your muscles
get tight
Do you bleed?
From your heart?
With each beat comes a new
line
and you hope that it sounds like something
that doesn't quite rhyme
But it sounds good in time.
It'll sound good in time.
Just keep writing.


Keep bleeding.