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A dream. Out of space. Out of time. A dream just a dream...
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Under the blinding glare of the sun
The sweet touch of moon light
6/20/2006 12:48:00 PM
Thursday, June 08, 2006
A sad dungeon
A sad dungeon
Imprisoning my heart
6/08/2006 12:54:00 PM
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There is a stranger I know very well Who lives close, yet so very far
A waterless well
A waterless well Dreams of rain While the world drowns
Ce qui tue c'est l'espoire et tandis qu'ils en meurent combien on voit des gens qui disent qu'ils en vivent -A...
A thousand times
You live only once, but die a thousand times…
A lone wolf Howling away at the moon Oh…envy
Falling in love
Falling in love... Ever wondered why it is falling in love, not ascending or rising. Why the negative connotation? For, in most culture,...
Do tell me
Do tell me O my love of old Are his lips sweeter than mine Or his touch softer O my love of old Do tell me Or better yet Do not
A persistent dream Fading away But forever carved in stone
A dark flicker in a blinding light...
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the patch of sunlight in a tumultuous sky, the oasis in the godforsaken desert, the damned cli...
My siren's song
As I drove a needle unto my flesh To mask my mark of shame, my mark of love I cannot but recall how beautiful life was And how fucked up it ...