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« публикувано на 03-12-2012 @ 3:13 am »

erot-о-графия: The Parachute Diaries
слушайки: Pink Floyd - Cluster One

Summon my daemons,
fear them in my dreams.
I’ll be glad seeing you there,
no matter how creepy it will be.

Summon them, with or without me;
or my permission.
It’s your right to be…
Just be!

And I’ll never fear them,
nor you’ll ever fear me.
It’s an un-known fact — I’m messed up,
mostly in my head.

But that open space, called a mind,
it’s nothing but an imaginary of Mine.
And I’m awfully happy with that —
makes Me full of Joy; or mostly mad!

And I just can’t let you go,
even I don’t know you from that long ago.
My existence told me so —
“Find a reason to smile or get lost though.”

And I don’t know how to manage thoughts like these,
so I keep listening to those favorite songs,
sad and blue, pretty gentle and full of peace.
But they’re nothing quite like you…

Cute and pride,
smart and elegant.
Fearful and calming,
in the very same time.

Delicate, like a rain.
(crying down the street)
Bold, like a child.
(playing in the absence of any guilt)
Pure, like a virgin.
(smiling glamorously in front of me)

Can’t tell you more,
can’t afford to scare you.
I’ll just sit there, in a pitch dark room,
feeling the velvet memory of your joyful soul.

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