Eva

GEVA

 Where a minute it´s like those things.

A rare adventure that clicks in the mind of a person.

HE TAPED ME AND I LIKED

Instragram Go On

Ticket line. In 60 seconds, I'll be there for you.

From here with love

NGR

He´s now magically painting__my 

Clit now and live Or die.

Warrior

EVA ZU BECK

NGR LOVES YOU

NGR LOVES YOU

NGR LOVES EVA

ON

The eye of the witch

It's so cold inside on this summer night Black clouds in the sky dancing before my eyes I'm losing track of time It's the eye of the witch It's the eye of the witch Thunder bring the rain, penetrate my brain I am no more the same, that special night has come Losing track of time It's the eye of the witch The eye... the eye... the eye Another glass of wine to heat blood mine And as I look inside the necklace called "The Eye" I'm going back in time It's the eye of the witch It's the eye of the witch The eye... the eye... the eye

                              

God´s Hands 

The TGuch

The Danse

Warm body

The Danse

Mind the Gap

ICNTACPT IT B IT´S THE REALITY

Because i like porn and you´re my girl. But, you aren't mine and it hurts me. If you were mine, i would slap your ass and kiss you without saying goodbye.

Barefoot Girl

I'm alone sitting with my empty glass My four walls follow me through my past

 I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain And you were waiting there swimming through apologies I remember searching for the perfect words I was hoping you might change your mind I remember a soldier sleeping next to me Riding on the metro You wore white smiling as you took my hand So removed we spoke of wintertime in France Minutes passed with shallow words Years have passed and still the hurt I can see you now smiling as I pulled away I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand "I'll love you always" filled my eyes I remember a night we walked along the Seine Riding on the metro I remember a feeling coming over me The soldier turned, then looked away I remember hating you for loving me Riding on the metro I'm alone sitting with my broken glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain And you were waiting there swimming through apologies - sorry I remember searching for the perfect words I was hoping you might change your mind I remember a soldier sleeping next to me Riding on the metro

NGR LOVES YOU

 TRUE

Illusion or realty´

Eva, please be a reality of mine.

Please be mine. Love me and i´ll love you t´ll the end of my days.

God knows how i love you, how i want you to want me and how i want you to love me.

I LOVE YOU YOU LOVE ME

Your schedule

 Maybe it will be to late. Because you´ll be, who knows where, somewhere else, destroyed and with other things in mind. 

With your being destroyed. Mentally and physically destroyed. They are destroying your being, because they using you to do their own show and their own job, which is to suck your brain. And you´re in self-mutilation and self-destruction mode. Because you´re on fire, dazed and confused. Lost in somehow and alone many times alone.  Without having someone on your side and to hold you when you need most. Because you´re free and you´re living alone and without a trusted and warm hand.

The Arrival

That must be it! Through the summer rain of eighteen forty five The coach had finally arrived To the valley where the crossroads meet below And where all darkness seems to grow People blame it on the hill The hill where no one dares to go The mansion With a wonderful glow The coach had stopped And from the window you could see Seven horsemen in the night Miriam Natias and Jonathan Lafey Saw the magic in their eyes They were in for a surprise The darkness would soon be complete A horseman came forth from the dark "We know you've come to inherit what's yours (the mansion) Take our advise and go back on this night If you refuse eighteen will become nine" Eighteen is nine Eighteen is nine Jonathan laughed and said "get out of my way" "I don't believe a word you say" The seven horsemen disapeared into the night "Someday you'll need our help my friend" I think poor Jonathan was scared Eighteen is actually nine It stuck in his mind