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    Amour Fou
    The first,
    second a
    and third page
    Allegory;
    main theme
    the struggle between life and death;
    life or death, dead or alive,
    start to love and live or hate and die

    Only question of important,
    If one will live, propely,
    he and she need a great anthem
    and a mission indeend,
    love would be a ingreidience, indeed

    like something invictiblues that plays gods and monsters,
    like a desert to die of thirst
    and oceans to make life of the foregone
    a gape that meant more love, platonic love
    more than erotic phantasm
    isǹt
    true?

    For many years I played for fun.
    All the time. Everyday.
    for what reason, wherefore,
    "do you seek in such morbid and scary zones
    and
    probably in front of me express it melodramanic,
    project depressing parables
    and hints clichées as wise like a mistaken psuedo psycologa
    Only for dissapear,
    in a room with a very strong wall,
    alone,
    probably,
    and in front of the mirror Thinking In Silence
    in tandem with a great deal of water waste behind the drape
    scream,
    inside,
    implode,
    in truth,
    in quiet,
    in your own so hurtely like your heart breakes and your lungs collapse

    Can`t remember, sorry
    Can`t remebember any story on these miserables
    no never tresspass, étape the first, second or third page
    -I`m not sorry for that
    I always wake and are a middle point in a circle.
    I always want to be a shinny star
    don`t you?
    the first day of my life, it was some time ago.
    I was born to they and win and lose
    I think so,
    I can`t remember when I start to live again
    but,
    Yesterday i proclaim I can see sky from here too,
    and the day they before that I could not understand
    "From here too"

    I still play my game
    my games, no more,
    no not in a astuere manner
    but more grave
    with serious visions
    and only, no one, winner
    get to know
    and you will like me
    and love me
    with many enthralling issues

    But, you,
    you be care
    you be warned
    not to close like monogami
    watch out
    for the red demon
    for a red demon
    Yes, I need my freedom
    if you try in wawes, to trust and do statues of my emotions
    if you trust The Thinking Loud as a epigraph
    in nights
    The nights
    -you will be sad
    and if you get to know me with questions just to make tattoos under your skin of the answers,
    and try to figure out, find truths in my papers
    just to do write in stones of my drunken slumber
    and fight for your right in guerilla attack`s
    and force me to battle and
    even blaim me, compromise me, alone, for the impact of circumstance`s consequense`s
    of a froozen passion
    - you will be sick of that
    and
    claim love is blind
    get mad,
    lost and astray
    from illusions from far away delutions
    the truly source is philosofy, art and litterature
    -and difficults to deal with the real
    when the core is a defect to coexistence
    in the world of a typical sorts of writin and a freethinking, freespoken
    and candid person.

    After you try to much, ohh
    if Kill Your Darlings is true - Kill me with kindness is also true
    try to open up new ways
    try to change me for your own sake to open new gates
    ask, probably, from empirean experience, to much,
    and the air - for you may be, if you not can handle the momentery- truth- will be a negative flood of cornucopia -after we travelled the world with storm and heat
    you will hurt your mind
    when you ask "What to think of italianas
    and you will get a answer like the man under the polypgrah
    that risk the guillotine
    -Ioro sono meravigliare la bella-
    glazes, vision will be beside- you-
    for a moment some where else
    in the empty space only
    I -my-
    to became real to the spiritual truth
    for the truthfully
    Onwards
    Subconsciously, you get in some trials
    to pass it
    It will be heavy,
    dancing
    shocking
    more tension that some human can stan
    and all the admiration I will push away,
    when I see, when I really see you love me
    (I think I heard something about hell before heaven, didn`t you)

    After you have gave it all, I will have more
    When you sleep, I will wake you up,
    ask you up, be wake
    in night,
    The night
    only fond and in need, desperately in love and haappy
    I want to play
    - today- not tomorrow
    I want, you, in the real I just want you
    in that way,
    to hold me close, tecnically
    to be true all in- on a colur red, and a bed with bargains every night
    Yeah I`mclaro
    Q si, total yeupp differently,
    but I will never change, no no
    yee yee only a new e` edi^ition

    Five fingers on the book that matter me most
    Imagery
    I will immolate everything to open and set your wings
    sincerely
    on arrival
    And I know your wings they they will float freely
    design in black and with, blended in a fresh and novel noir
    throw the key
    new travel,
    you could not be in same place -du e vol te-
    vivid, angelic,
    for the art sakes,
    the photo
    the music
    words
    the writing
    Come,
    come,
    and then
    go go
    We paint new flowers on the drapery
    new lanes on the small floor,
    better more, out an wide reached letters
    and excively; love, nice, gently,
    love pure and genuine
    and many, there will be a alot of tiny clouds in play above us
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