The round stone my to be exposed mesentery
I can slander his
his concern for my soul can not explain
Sonntag, 27. Mai 2012
cura animam non possunt
In circum lapidem me patere mesenterium
ego potest calumnia
cura animam non possunt
et non scire me
Oculos sunt non tangibile
desiderio centrum
licet audax gestus
Promittit non servare
claudit animam ad me
et non scire me
caecus velum in plateam
A aliena fenestram
velim mihi anima tua
corpus assimilat me
sol videbatur ad me
in simulacrum
caecus velum in plateam
I do not need
I listen to me
I have no example to follow as
I do not get so
as he sets out
He made it for himself alone
For me the little runt
this reminds me
I'm no light
the world is still in this world
I am my subject property
no incense maker
I'm not a density-maker
to my brain is missing with his weight
my babbling has only holistic Share
animal roar
oh I would be less than the most stupid flea
I'd be glad to animals to humans
I am the reincarnation of myself
sucking blood from my food on the plate
I love the word dust in my ears
oh I would therefore never been born
I look forward to my rotting body
I'm finally unconscious
the glory in the Abyss
then at last I am free healthy
Through Christ, I became a revenant
my grave found me in my back
I have the kingdom of heaven opened to the depth now
I do not need a spiritual travel books
the money can not help it
Prefer not to, and little
sometimes comes my no-good
All of my King
I all depends on what it is about my soul
Pain is the birth renewed mind
I prefer no more than
can keep my health I stolen
Prefer not to, and little
I have to tell me more
it would be inappropriate to me obsessive delusion center
Genesis does not necessarily
my thoughts irrelevant
my thinking is not named in my neck
I am blessed by my pain
my space is in my blood
the money can not help it
It is the only social community banner
Lorem sola societate
Praeferre non ad, et paulo
aliquando mea non-bonum
omnes mei rex
quid de omni anima pendeat
Dolor est genuit renovato animo
Malo non quam
potest mea salutem ego furatus
Praeferre non ad, et paulo
mihi dico me magis
esset inconueniens ad me obsessive Error centrum
genesi non necessario
meo impertinens
mihi quidem non nominatur in collo
ego sum benedictus dolor
mea spatium est in sanguinem
pecuniam non potest non eam
Lorem sola societate
I'll close my lips no more
when
Words out of my chest to babble
I know from my gods and poets coming danger
I sneezed all over my good fortune to do
until then I'll close my lips no more
claudere labia
cum
De pectore verba garrulizare
scio a deos et poetarum adventum periculum
ego sternuit omnes super fortunam ad
usque ergo ego claudere labia non
non sinit animas
Mundus plenus irae aspernantibus
Ego amare picturas quod ego
sentio animas potest decipher
ego non increpa desiderium
manus sunt moventes
amor duo mulieres
non sinit animas
their souls
The world full of anger with disgust
I love the pictures that I look
I feel their souls they can decipher
I did not rebuke the desire
my hands are shaking
my love for two women
I will not refuse me their souls
Samstag, 26. Mai 2012
deep in my soul
Recently I was from a city
the high mountains and lakes
I am never tired nit even
Fluctuating they asked for a village festivals
Children laughing gleefully souls
I thought I was home
I've always been fascinated
broke the curtain
Then came the drama
that my soul like a child
touches so much evil and good
so close the game in its gestures
I went home was not drunk
But what about me makes my heart
so hard that I had a moment
a soul touches me hard
without words, without close and kiss without parting word
what is this I do not know so
I miss this girl how this deep in my soul
the high mountains and lakes
I am never tired nit even
Fluctuating they asked for a village festivals
Children laughing gleefully souls
I thought I was home
I've always been fascinated
broke the curtain
Then came the drama
that my soul like a child
touches so much evil and good
so close the game in its gestures
I went home was not drunk
But what about me makes my heart
so hard that I had a moment
a soul touches me hard
without words, without close and kiss without parting word
what is this I do not know so
I miss this girl how this deep in my soul
Freitag, 25. Mai 2012
L-am sunat pentru sufletul meu
Piloni de marmură,
de la capete sculptate
L-am sunat pentru sufletul meu
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