I am exiled from my own believes I grew up far away from my creed No peace No pace No place I find for myself none of these Reality strike, I want to hide
I am very luck, I came across you, Not particularly happy; What I did around you, He knows it all well:
It is the smile of my lips what to do It’s feeding on it soon its beauty will vanish but I will still cling to IT It’s like loving a rain
I pick my pen when I am in pain, I try to write but it could not be watertight It could not be universalized It could not be mystified
Yes, I can die ignorant! But what to do of age, I don’t have terms to support me; I don’t have quotes compressed, Sentences filled with meanings
And I dreamt His hatred before me All equipped I was the slut, the whore, the bit… I do not fit
Sitting at the table upright I go back to the memory sites Turn back the wheels, scroll and p… Take a moment and capture your gli… That had passed my sight,
Numb in love, down with despair Evil spirituality of heart and sou… There is a lot left, to be, felt e… passion enthusiasm, of enemy or fo… for I do not know, for i do not kn…
On the deserted road, When someone strolls, It kills her more; With no hint to the Destiny upholds,
The stream says I will find a way I go through roughs I can explode someday I am anxious I have know anxiety of days
I don’t pray, why? I do not believe is the reply I don’t have faith I can not rely, on God who does not sway by
A dear half fed on, A woman half laid down, A girl partially turned on, between the lanes of morality and modernity;