A dear half fed on, A woman half laid down, A girl partially turned on, between the lanes of morality and modernity;
I am exiled from my own believes I grew up far away from my creed No peace No pace No place I find for myself none of these Reality strike, I want to hide
The stream says I will find a way I go through roughs I can explode someday I am anxious I have know anxiety of days
On the deserted road, When someone strolls, It kills her more; With no hint to the Destiny upholds,
I don’t pray, why? I do not believe is the reply I don’t have faith I can not rely, on God who does not sway by
Numb in love, down with despair Evil spirituality of heart and sou… There is a lot left, to be, felt e… passion enthusiasm, of enemy or fo… for I do not know, for i do not kn…
Sitting at the table upright I go back to the memory sites Turn back the wheels, scroll and p… Take a moment and capture your gli… That had passed my sight,
And I dreamt His hatred before me All equipped I was the slut, the whore, the bit… I do not fit
Yes, I can die ignorant! But what to do of age, I don’t have terms to support me; I don’t have quotes compressed, Sentences filled with meanings
I pick my pen when I am in pain, I try to write but it could not be watertight It could not be universalized It could not be mystified
It is the smile of my lips what to do It’s feeding on it soon its beauty will vanish but I will still cling to IT It’s like loving a rain
I am very luck, I came across you, Not particularly happy; What I did around you, He knows it all well: