For the first time in my life

I want to see her colored



Stand on tiptoe

Wait for my thousand tales of kings



Navigate the ocean

All year long just to see her swimming

Oh My life don't stop following the road

Keep walking the alleys

Maybe they can follow you ...



For a long time lived without time

For many seconds lived as a secondary

For many lists lived without being protagonist



I want to be on tiptoe

Get close to your hand

And I will give you my heart

I want to go through the steps

Live in space and abandon myself in my own hug



Knock on your door

I wait for another time

To tell you, look at the time



I want to run through the rain

I get wet in the bunches of grapes

Twirl on the posts

Create new clippings

Ah ...

I want to spend winter with you

Knowing I'm already in my shelter

I want to walk hand in hand

Knowing that my heart will only have wings

I want to get on the big wheel

Speak, I love you with a thousand speakers

Just not to lose you every moment ...

Ah ...

Young people know how they feel

As incredible as it sounds, they've seen a shooting star

The desperate write poems

Lovers write books

Drunks Write Flyers

Writers write about themselves

Ah ...

The lunatics write for you

Not knowing if in any universe will have you ...



Already me?

I can't dream without delighting in the words

I can't drink without remembering you

I can't see but I feel the feeling why

Oh gosh!

Maybe dive into the sea of ​​illusions

Waiting for the sound of beautiful accordions

The one of "s"

Sofia's "S"

Sofia of Paulo

Paulo of Sofia

And there she went ...

Already me?

For now I suffered

I want you to
Touch my body
Grab my thighs
With enough force
To take my breath away

Just barely feel
The leather paddle
On my skin
Before you bruise my body
Sending me into submission

Whisper ***** words
Across my chest
Each time you go
From ****** to ******

Shock me with electric stimulation
Feel the sparks fly
Between us
Between my legs

Vibrate my ****
While you find the good spot
The great spot
The most glorious spot there is
And watch me writhe and moan
While you do it

Bite my neck
My *******
My waist
Letting me know that I'm yours
When you leave a mark

Take over my body
And tie me up
Cover my eyes
Lick my body
Until you feel
A river release from me
Until you hear
An elongated opera from me
Until you see
A woman whipped for you

I sleep with a bible in my bed
So I can talk with god about everything I regret

She made me realise there was never too much of me
Maybe there was just too little of you and we couldn’t compare

I sleep with a bible in my bed
Just to keep your demons out

Because you filled my mind with dark thoughts
that sometimes made me think, wanting to die was okay

I like to miss you on Sunday nights
Because on Sunday nights everything feels less like a problem

On Sunday night I can picture us together walking on the beach
Being way too drunk, talking about everything important in life
You would make me laugh and I would kiss you on your cheeks

All these voices and then there was you
A beautiful silence in my world of chaos

Your crazy mind would make mine feel just like home
Maybe you always were like that but I just never noticed

I don’t think I can ever regret you,
You make me smile like no other,

I like to miss you everyday

That Sunday
When I was running around with a headache, a tired body, questionable hormone levels and with the desperate idea of sleeping early.

Ended up in your bed...
Don't know if it was because of the chemicals in my blood or the feelings I've been trying to compress.

But I felt the sweet breeze of peace in the bedsheets, in between your arms, in your greenish eyes, in your nervous laugh, and in the air of the room, we've been sleeping together for some time.

I'm begging it's not an illusion or a cruel game that my mind is playing.

Cause it's almost like...
Feeling free in a prison
Sleeping in the middle of the day
Smelling flowers in the office
or taking a day off...

Scared, nervous, maybe a little crazy...

Doesn't really matter since I lost myself in the fantasy of being with you... every second of every day.

dis amper vyf jaar later.

jy drink nog saam my koffie in my bed tydens ons stiptelike afspraak -
op nostalgiese Sondae aande
wanneer die wêreld stilraak,
kort voor die week weer sy stophorlosie
aanpas.

die herinneringe tog só aanskoulik,
maar stééds kan ek myself nie bring om
jou stem te herroep nie!

voor ek jou kan vasgryp, weer saam jou kan lag
óf
my gesig sag teen jou bors kan vasdruk,
verdwyn jy,
en Skuld neem jou plek in tussen die lakens,
klink die koppie teen myne
gee ‘n grynslag
en sluk my heel in.

I remember Sundays when it rained
my father
downstairs playing the piano
and me
up in my room staring out the window
wondering where all this time was going
I wanted to be there
discovering whatever you discovered
outside the back door, over the fence
past my school to the main road
people were busy going places
rushing noisily, getting in each other's’ way
shouting obscenities, gesticulating
everything so important
they had to arrive when it happened
my father played on into the afternoon
as mum baked cakes and complained
there were a thousand and one jobs
he’d promised to do
only now I realise that he
lost in music, was trying to escape
all those people rushing nowhere, shouting
getting in each other's’ way
he had been out there and understood
just how futile life could be.

yeah,i was feeling like hell
on the path of my confused mind.
I wanted to scream my whole heart out
but clenched my fists try not to do,
as i was not permitted.  
and that feels like i was burning inside,
which was enough to frightened me
as I'd nobody by my side.
My grey eyes were fiery ,
the apprehension which i wanna share,
but now i am apprised of these things
that no one is gonna care.
After days months and years of chaos and
life-threatening situation
people stabbed me for no good reason.
I'd somehow managed to find a way to be happy
because i realized no one will come,
riding on black horse to save me or take my all worries.
I have to save myself, little by little, day by day
and I’m learning to breathe deep through it ,
and keep walking with a high head
and plastered a smile on my lips.                          
  -samra

I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know
the storyteller, said
lend me your ears

should you chose to lend to a king on a verbal agreement that
the king repay the loan on demand
"ask and ye shall receive"
but you,
got nada t' lend,
best intendere covers only one bubble,
my ownliest one.
--- here, watch, see reality stretch
--- intendere stretch
--- seventh inning, whose at bat , but you,

ad lib ad hoc you are Casey...

and there, the story ended, I told it, oh so well

born in the po' house, had a cowbell for a toy,
sing me some ain't got no money blues

If i reckon I need money fo' me some ol' new shoes
if I reckon I need money I be be be leaven one set o' footprints
in yo' sand.

come turn that backgound buzz down low,
fall wit' me t'see the show

I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know,
like lightening black,
after flash,

in a movie, HD, 3 inches from my left eye,
my right eye never saw.

old time ******* could not imagine
the level of segregation
at the corpus colostrum epi-phun-junction

that can be employed to prevent the left
hand from being judged by the right,

for lack of knowing. Eh? Who imagined ignorance
was less bliss than this

peace past standing under all the liefy remnants
from trys
past trys, some same as now,

some how

better
with you aware of you being so valuable,

one part in eight billion, pure you, like,
tried, in the finer's fire,
seven times - in ever
there has never been
a snowflake more unique than you.

(snowflake recrudesence, there's a rub)

Tell me why would you imagine meaning
hidden in snowflake, the word?
is there a nibbler from society a-tempting you?

Come and see. Does that tempt you?