He closed my mouth made me look at my crumpled in the mirror.
He took her in my arm and ***** the little Lily
Her shouts flowed into the walls my blood sold over her  innocence
He took on her arm silent her  shouts made
Her  sanity got  sick.
He put lipstick on her lips
He found her  and abused her
I did not know who spoke to him, he got her  head up and he told her  lies to sleep.
At least her  nightmares were more fun.
He took her  arm again and  she shouted but no one heard
She  fell
She was still feeling his skin in her teeth
She looked into my mirror and she  was abused again
Her hroat was dried her  unprotected life, but he defeated her again
The wolves  eaten her  flesh ,they were lliving  inside me.
One doll, two dolls
...and she  was abused
She drank poison to sleep.
She was trying to not scream and he liked her voice muffled.
Her atrophied mind was again abused.
He tightened her  body
He lived from her , he pulled her  hair closed  her  mouth blurred her lips with lipstick and played with her  as a doll
And he ***** her again.

I am a pole dancer who knows a lot of  love stories , even more  but than many churches have heard .

And I never felt no one goes quietly when the subject is love no one predicts the disillusion
As no one knows why the disappointment life is mortal but everyone wants to be accepted but and love?

Unfortunately the love I feel for you still is hot in my veins .
I know he still shines inside us
I do not want to be your friend
What do I do with so much love I feel?
I do not want to whistle to the moon
I do not want to be barefoot in Saturn What do I do with the love that I still have for you ?
Blow as the dust?
I can not be your friend
I'd rather wait to  until December over the sun.
I know that everything has the end that lovers can become friends but what do I with love ?
I’ll Use gravity on the sands ...
I’ll Make poetry without senses
I’ll whistle to the moon.  
I’ll go down to the sea
I’ll slide my body over the fire
But...
I do not want to be your friend because
I do not know what to do with the love
That I still have for you.

I feel that humanity has changed a lot.
That the pleasure of sugar is no longer sweet.
I feel that the freedom to imagine the imaginable has been lost.
I feel that the blood in our veins is no longer hot.
What if I scream?
Will I help to save the world ?
Can we conquer anything with pain?
Can we paint our lies with grey ?
The freedom that the human being has to make choices is no longer a priority.
What is the meaning of life?
Why are we born if we die?
Why do we kiss if we suffer?
had to scream, so no one could hear me .
I had to jump so nobody could save me.
Everyday single day...
Someone falls apart, someone is born, somebody needs reach.
I woke up in the morning, combed my hair, looked at me in the mirror without have any desire.
I sat under the tree to smell the summer.
As the children asked me about love and he’s definition
What about love?
Love is now the song we skipped on the playlist.
Love is the main sentiment of every dreamer.
Neither the greatest thinkers in history nor logic can find concrete definitions for feelings.
No one lives without love, so there is hatred.
In each cup we drink the poison of ingratitude.
The flowers are no longer immense.
These all words, figures of style and pleonasm ...
It was just to define how our life can be a great illusion

I feel that humanity has changed a lot.
That the pleasure of sugar is no longer sweet.
I feel that the freedom to imagine the imaginable has been lost.
I feel that the blood in our veins is no longer hot.
What if I scream?
Will someone help me?
The freedom that the human being has to make choices is no longer a priority.
After all, what is the meaning of life?
Why are we born if we die?
Why do we kiss if we suffer?
With each leap with each smile, a world dies.
Someone falls apart, someone is born, somebody needs reach.
I woke up in the morning, combed my hair, looked at me in the mirror without any desire.
I sat under the tree to smell the summer.
As the children asked me about love and its definition
What about love?
Love is now the song we skipped on the playlist.
Love is the main sentiment of every dreamer.
Neither the greatest thinkers in history nor logic can find concrete definitions for feelings.
No one lives without love, so there is hatred.
In each cup we drink the poison of ingratitude.
The flowers are no longer immense.
These all words, figures of style and pleonasm ...
It was just to define how our life can be a great illusion

I'm trying to be born again.
I'm going to conquer the world.
I'll fight against the time.
I'm going to live my dream.
I'm going to get up early in the morning.
I'm going up to the sky to have a hug of yours.
I'll dream you're here.
I'm going to draw your smile on the stars.
I'm going to get all the money in the world.
I'm going to win prizes and collect merit.
I'm going to buy a compass.
I'll wear the best clothes
I'm going to create ties.
I'm going to climb the highest mountain
But father ...
You're not here anymore.
No moment will have meaning without you.
No compass can guide me, only you.
Only you could tame all my hurricanes.
Only your good-night kiss on my cheek kept me safe.
Only your scent made me feel alive.
Now you've decided to leave me papers and pictures as souvenirs.
Now I only have your legacy as a bible.
I no longer have your hand to hold when I'm afraid.

Pull the trigger.

**** me.

So that I can no longer paint my emotions with lies.
Sometimes you just can't describe moments you only feel it


I was waiting for my prince but he never came.
So I went looking for him.

It's as strange as people go from lovers to strangers.
Do not bring love today,
I want your shame.


My hobby  now is to see depressed girls with pink wigs.

I need you to hurry up when you're going to make decisions.
Because I need you now.
Here on this terrace near the sea.
Looks like I'm lying on the seashore.



I wanted to be like God.
Have access to a door to the infinite of an unreal place.

To be honest, we all create an unreal world a surreal fantasy when we are rejected.

And so when the pain begins to flow, we look for ways to define love.


Do you think I'm a stupid girl?


Pull the trigger.

It ends my agony of not being able to love.

Pull out the rug.

Drop me into reality.

Sometimes people make us think we're on the test.

No one can see anyone's heart.
But we all have a concept of what the other feels.
No one can see the heart beating.
But everyone thinks we're alive.

Pull the trigger.

And I end up feeling like I'm repeating the same mistakes.
I do not want to have unreal feelings.
Get the feeling of being looking for nothing.

Pull the trigger

**** what's already dead

Dear Amy

The sun is smiling at you
The beach calls you
Why are you hiding ?!
You're so beautiful, put on your bikini now and go show off your body.
Are not you shaved?
Your hair on the body is not sin, it was God who put it there.
Show the skin, show the veins show your face.

Dear Amy

Your face is so beautiful your skin and so lush, but remember what I told you?
You're more than that.
Your beauty will pass by one day your lush skin will have wrinkles.
But your mind and your brain will  have knowledge forever.

Dear Amy

I like your legs I like your body, I like to see you in every way.
You do not need them to find you ****.
Put that lingerie on you and show me those stretch marks.

Look in the mirror and say:

Damm! My stretch marks make me a mermaid.
My weight makes me happy and  I was not made to follow standards.

Beauty standards  weaken me
And I'm a woman
I'm not weak.

I was born strong and no one is going to take that away from me.

I was not born to please those who do not care about me.
I am confident and I make of my scars experiences.
You need to hear this truth.
You do not owe anyone your body.
You do not owe anyone your sanity.
And even if you change, you will never please everyone.
The only  person who has to be  pleased is me.
Today wash your face and leave the makeup, show the freckles, let the skin breathe.
But tomorrow if you want to put your lipstick red and slay.
Do not let them steal your freedom.
You are a butterfly.
 Free yourself
And fly.

Dear Amy

Stop selling your brain girl.
Stop selling your sanity.
They do not deserve the prominence you give them.
Remember that you have fire inside.

Seek  for yourself   in the midst of your imperfections, date with your insecurities.

You need them  to feel alive.
Do not give them the pleasure of controlling your brain.
You are selling your feelings to leeches.
Nobody is perfect.
Accept this .
They do not want to know what you feel.
They want to rob you of the right to speak.
Take the shine you have inside you
And let it flow.

Blood wounds.
Smell of euphoria outside.
Today is Saturday.
I'm here bitting my tongue
And I'm going to listen to the talk of my fake friends.

Why they are you so afraid of getting old?

I will then go downstairs in that room where there are people with hot skins.
And I'm going to dance alone.

These pretty girls are so boring.
Everyone wants to die as heroes.
But people will continue to talk with their white teeth like snow.
I will continue to dance alone.

I'll be my best friend.
I will forget that people were born to die.
But people will continue to talk.


I feel so alone.
At the same time the smell of this feeling was so good.

I'm going to take sleeping pills.
I will continue to bite my tongue.

I never wanted to go back here.
I like to live in romance with my dreams.

I'm lying on the floor listening to their noise from above.

Here seems that no one is good enough.
It's funny and scary but I've never felt so alone.

But I'm going to keep dancing and let people talk.
In the house of a million dreams without fears.

Suddenly everything seemed so beautiful.
So I went downstairs to take pictures of everyone's dreams.
To remember that I'm going to continue a girl without life.

Tick Tock

It's time to wake up.
It's time to burn
It's time to use the kaleidoscope of life.
It is time to flow and create weapons to spread love.
It's time to close the bibles and not talk about idols.
It's time to stop begging for mercy.
It's time to let the girls dream.
It's time to stop regretting lost things.
It's time to use time.
It's time to let the sun burn my skin.

Tick Tock

It's time to wake up
Today we will not go home.
Today we are going to be happy girls in white dresses.
We do not want to look pretty today.
Today we are going to be naked for our skin to breathe.
Today we go to the land where everything is good, where we can scream.
Today we go to a place where people do not talk about the things we do for fun.
Today I want to stop hearing people complain.
Today I want to count the coins that we do not know for what.
Today I do not want to hear people flaunt.
Today we're shaving our heads.
Today we're going to let people blow.
Today we will dream while the moon controls our dreams.
Today we just want to appreciate how the sea is blue.

Dear Lilly

Do you want help to fight with your monster?
Do not call me now, I may be drunk.
You liked to listen to stories of fairy tales before bed.
But you  did not understand what it meant.
So you laughed

Because you did not know that with Stockholm syndrome you lived.

Are you willing to sell your brain?
And your dreams?
How much do you want to sell them?

Are people dying for God?
Are you going to die for me?

Let's get out of here
I want to make your mind spin.

Dear Lilly

Why does everyone talk a lot?

Today I will take you to the land of fantasies.
They will not control your mind there.


I can give you freedom.
If you are able to keep your thoughts with irony.

Be very careful with  what they say.
They told you that love is a healing machine.
Let's us supposed that they are right.
Do you want to be healed?

Bite my tongue and I'll bite yours.
You want to fight with your mind.
But I will not let you make it happen.
I know you still think about her.
But we're together to heal from the agony they've caused us.


I hid the mirror so we could not see the reflection of our bad decisions.




Are not you tired of love roller coasters?



Today I want you to let the wind control your mind.

You remind me of an old love story.
Do not ask you to ignore
Will not.

Do you want to go outside hunt teenagers  dreams?
You spent all night staring at the stars seeking the cure of rejection

Turn off the radio.
The time to think about broken hearts is over.
Today I just want to have intimacies with the moon.



I do not want to talk about broken hearts today.
Otherwise I'll leave.
I still hear him in my mind
I want to be naked under the moonlight.
I want to control your mind.
I want to listen to indie music.
I want to see the girls' white teeth
I want to be the poetry not understood.
I want to dance until I can not anymore
I do not want to think about wounds.
I want to feel free.
I'm going to celebrate that we're still alive.
But today I will not talk about broken hearts.

Here I am, with the same energy as when I first met you.

You wanted to bury me so many times.
You said  last time that I was  too young to hangout with you.

And so you were at war with your mind because of it.

We met in summer.
 In that bar where I used to sing Blues.

You tried to look for me in others, but nobody has what I have.

The free spirit, the contagious energy of the 70's and the poetry in the eyes

So many times I lost myself in your kisses.
I felt so alone without you around.

You are so charismatic, you are  so involvent.
 I tried to remember when our souls met...
While I  caressed your gray hair.

Ecsaty was what you called me.

I lived high and alone.

You asked me so many things  that night.
If I was happy to  live ...

Are you afraid of die?
Are you afraid to scream?
Are you afraid to give in?

 All the questions were answered when I kissed you.
Your skin on mine.
 I like to feel it.

While you played guitar and sang blues.
You said I deserved diamonds, wreaths and serenades.
I could not contain myself when you were with me.
It was so clear that you were the one for me.

Put your hand on my waist.

 Every time you tightened my waist, your desire for me increased.

I could feel your breath catching.
You took off my clothes and I took yours.
And you almost have a heart attack.

Because you find yourself admiring my  naked and wet body.
You said that I was a fascinate young woman.
My moans were like a song to you
 You got lost in the sound of my moans.
You were lost in my body.

 I smelled young spirit .
You said that I made you dream so high.
See the universe you could explore in my body.
Being able to touch me and to achieve what only you can.
You said I was magnetic, I had something that reminded you of freedom and made you want to live.
Every time you moaned I felt alive.
You spoke in my ear that that you liked when I was wild.
 I can not imagine how this moment can someday become a forgetfulness

But life with you makes more sense.
Every time our souls met, it was an intense moment.
When I am with you, I can not find direction in my heart.
 I am lost
Lost in you.

You said it was our last night tonight

Are you going to leave me again?

 Do you want to start a fight between your heart and your mind again?

 Are you not tired of your rollercoaster of emotions?

All I know is that you don't want to say goodbye.

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.