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Le sentiment amoureux n'eqale pas l'amour


sometimes she makes sounds imposible to hear.
then he listens without listening.
he feels her sounds.
she makes footprints in the snow as if it's the only thing to do while sad.
then he makes the sun jump up and melt the frezzings.
what will u say when he makes his move.
what will u think when he closes the infatnation.
what will ya feel when he starts to luv.

Infatnation is not as same as loving.
the former is something that she is glad to have.
something which connects her with the world.everdying world.
while the latter is a fruit ripned under the sun which he brought up to shine.

well, perhaps she does infact adoure the snow.
who said she dislikes the sadness and the snow footprints.
he will lose and brake.
his sun will set.
his love will freeze.

she will continue to be someone whose sounds make no fucking sound....
Love does not exist.
Infatnation is something joyful, something needful.
love is between the devil and the deep sea.
between the woe and joy.
why not choosing the infatnation than...it has no woe in it.

white bench

I want to have a woeistic prison
I want to imprison u in it
I will swallow the key
I will say the dog ate it
U will sit on a bench
Won't have anything to eat nor drink
Won't be able to sleep
I will bring u liquor that sings about chocolate
Those sounds will put u to sleep
Nightmares that u produce will tell me a secret
A dumb one
U don't want to run away
U like the white bench

WINTER
Maybe he felt like a prisioner in his own custody.
Maybe the otherones tried to excape as well.
For certain they didn't make it....
For certain they died.....

Last rain that supposed to shine the closing winter has past away.
No one to call, no one to love.

All the birds that wanted to became a part of the mass which stays during the winter rages,
have lost their track.
No one to see, no one to feel.

Than u ask ,why doesn't he run, or hide, or sing, or at least cry....
He tells u with his eyes that he tries...
Tries to become intolerant to such pain, or lose, or grime, or solitary...
U understand don't u?
U understand that he's just a lone soul whose feelings were missplaced with his bending breath.
Maybe he felt like a prisioner in his own custody...
Maybe he did not know of affection, love or life....
Maybe he will vanish without his winter.
But just maybe zest will be his anquor, his safe, his liquor that's pure, his winter.....

YEAH
at first u looked like a short dwarf.then u became a smaller pixie.
now u are sightless.
but I can hear u sing
what do ya sing?
I'll sing, too
don't smile.....it is not funny.
u are funny.
aldough sight less, aldough pail and vile.
u are funny
we could laugh together
except I don't like smiling with someone I don't see
sorry some other time....
just get some weight
yeah

No

they say they know....
they glance without saying....
they say without feeling....

u should do it as well....
u should embrace it than glance....

Fuck the rain.

u should hold it with no severe of formal cut....
u should like it with no severe of mere oblivion....

Fuck the sun.

they may say they know...
but u are positive they cannot possese the kind of brightness that
angels possese...

Fuck the rainbow.

because u possese everything they lack.....don't ya?