It all starts with a love story.
A summer  a kiss a smell and a glass of wine.

Feel the scent of the life is so good.
But keeping us sane every day is difficult.
The city smells like burned hearts.
We can  love each other,  if you want.
Your kiss tasted of honesty yesterday.
You destroyed me last night with your stare

Can I show you what I have under my skin?


Do you like my messy hair?
 Do you like my makeup blurred?
Do you like my 70's style?

I slept at your door, after that party.
You liked the scent of my youth in your bed.
You said that I was needy so I got that one.

I saw everyone running to an unnamed place.
I came back to your house.
I danced softly for you.
You touched your lips to my neck.
But you did not kiss me.
I felt your breath,
I liked to feel it because your mouth is mine

You like to play with me.
I'm not a loser.

The red dress is lying on the floor.
 The scent of your body's scent on me.

Make me moan like yesterday, tonight .
You thought I was a young woman with insatiable desires.

I'm not a pain lover
I'm just a lover of heat.
I like to watch people burn

Would you burn for me?

I just want you to burn for me.


I'll let you burn in the fire of love.
I'll let you burn in the fire of passion
I want you to scream for me.

Burn in the fire of love.
Burn until I can no more.
I want to hear your moans of pain.

As I dance gently in front of the mirror.
While I sing for you.
I want to find you in ashes.
I like to see the perfect tune of the flames.
Would you burn in the fire for me?

Everyone started to feel like they came back to life now.
Everyone begs for a kiss
Everyone begs for more time
While I wanted to burn inside.

And all the girls have their heads in their lost dreams.
I want to be ****** not to get involved.
They have forgotten how love hurts.
It seems they are not afraid of the smell of love.
I do not want to inhale the scent, the last time I did it completely destroyed me.

I'm going to smoke cigarettes.
I'm going to shake my head.
I put the red lipstick on.
I will drink .
I'll get the best outfit.
I dance the love songs.

But I will not talk about emotions here.
Because it seems like everyone wants to romanticize broken hearts.

Dreamers like his strong scent.
But it is not the smell of broken hearts, it is not the smell of summer on our skin, it is not the smell of flowers springing in the spring, nor of innocence.
It's the smell of love.
Love is in the air
In the land of cold hearts.
In a place of empty hearts and vibrations of misunderstood beings.
The smell of love still seems to be in the air.
It spreads as fast as if it were disease.
So I'm going to get ****** so I do not get it.
It spreads so fast and gives false euphoria.
In the end, it disappears.
We were disappointed after that.

We with unhealed wounds can not be involved in this communion of dreams and fantasies.

For some love is the only reason they exist.

Everyone seems poisoned by love.
 Because it will satisfy their unreal needs ...
But knowing that it toxic and disappointment is unlimited.
And when the pain comes , nobody wants to get involved.

Do not use drugs .
Do not use love.

It seems to be metaphor for little poetry.
But it is the nostalogy of love not understood.

I try to be strong every day.
In a parallel world ...
That is not allowed to dream.
That dreams are not allowed.
We are just puppets conceived by society.
We smile when the bulbs light up.
And we cry when they turn it off.
A moment of happiness mixed with agony.
The only thing we needed was to find ourselves where we had gotten lost.
Fake smiles was our consolation.
Ours...
Black and dull eyes .
Our looks are deep and empty at the same time.
Where smoking gives more pleasure than ***.
Where our bodies are only flesh.
They say when  it does not **** us, it strengthens us.
So I need to be murdered.

Because my soul can not take it anymore.
Every day my silence is choked by the noise of my soul.
Where do I meet decent people?
I can not wait any longer.
Cause everything I feel seems empty.
I seek a thousand and one utility for my tears.
But I think I need to die to feel stronger.
I need so much to hear your skin.
As my eyes roll.
Save the princess without a castle.
There we are not allowed to dream.
Our dreams destroy theirs.
You do not know how long I need release.
The night is so cold.
Like the heart of the one who humiliates us.
Drugs and ***.
Combination of the unfortunate.
That night I was unhappy.

When I was a fire, no one was here.
I burned inside every day.
And to keep my head sane.
I lay on the ground on the summer sun.
No one wanted to reach out when I gave in to love.
I was so hurt that I slept on top of my wounds.
And now you appear.
To talk about love.
But I ...
I do not want to know about love.
I do not want pain.
I do not want to be part of that wicked game that love.
I want to flow like the sea.
I do not want to feel the love to relax in my dream.
And you insist that I need to fall in love ...
The only thing I need
It's about feeling alive again.
I do not want to sell my brain, for emotions and fantasies.
Romance and poetry
For me they are no more than the fetishes of dreamy people.
I live the reality.
The reality is that love ...
It's a wicked game.

Sometimes we get lost in our desires.
We lose in the curtains of emotions.
We become slaves to desires.
The charm of life is lost and we live for the glamor ...
We begin to live day after day searching for the remedy of deception.
Many believe in pain and few in love ...
We sacrifice our minds for temporary pleasure.
Satisfying our desires can sometimes be dangerous.
Sometimes we get into a maze with no way out because of childish desires and whims.
Humanity has an internal hunger for success and greed
But not always what we want and really what we need.
I introduce you to a world full of rot.
A world where colors do not shine.
Where everyone seems to be happy with the things they bought.
Where the only satisfaction is ***.
Where many fall
In a cold and emotionless place.
Where many have become two in one.
Where many need lots of makeup to hide the wrong choices.
In a land of monsters and gods, in a dream-thirsty land, I saw people selling dreams and faith in exchange for glory.
In return for what they thought was happiness.
They sold the soul for pleasure.

Desire was dope he commanded the soul.
Many people no longer knew if they were in the real world or were in an imaginary world.

Every night, every weekend, all the laughter, all the wine was different ...
Sometimes we want things that we really can not have.
We confuse dreams and desires.
The power, money, fame more without space for love.

I was bipolar and you were depressed
I felt so alone in your company
You wanted me to cut myself
But I need your love.
So...

I have brought my wounds; but even
so you did not want my love.
I brought all my melancholy, all my depression but even then you rejected my love.
You said we could only be friends.

And even though you know that you do not love me.
I've danced for you.
I had to undress my soul for you.
I had to undress all my shame.
And I ignored all my pain, that you gave me your love.
I just wanted you to love me like I love you.
You said:  we have to live fast to die young.
I just wanted you to see what I was like on the inside.

I wanted you to say you loved me.
You said it was something wrong.
But now it's dawn and I dance for you.
I dance for you because I need your attention.
I am in my deepest and most desperate feeling for you.
I descended and climbed mountains of emotions
I wanted you to let me into your heart.
But you started a war.
You make me feel like I'm hard to love.

But you still rejected it.

I wanted to be as complex as your poetry.
I wanted to be perfect to be understood.
I wanted to be naive to look grown-up.
I wanted to sound appealing to you to realize that I'm here.
I am the unwritten poetry.
Perfection does not exist.
But you exist.

It was a long time since anyone had looked at me.
We are beats of a heart.
I am the tear in the corner of your eye that never fell.
I am the emptiness and the cold and something without meaning.
When I close my eyes.
All I see is you.
You said that I was poetry
The compass that helps you search the meaning of life.
I am joy, life  sense,  the smell of nostalogy.
No need to say you love me now.
Just feel.
It connects with my energy.
Come scream at me so the world can hear us.
You and I are complete.
We are a love song.
I wrote a song for you to know the immensity of my love.
In the silence of dawn.
I was thinking about you.
I remembered all the time you made me smile.
The silence of dawn was our mistress.
The moment was so magical.
That we spent hours talking about love.
I wanted to stay here all night, lying on the floor and in the dark
But then it started to rain.
Time passed outside ....
But I was with you.