Shadow

Babies never walk towards the sunlight, it hurt their eyes and the mind. They walk into a darker place.

Into the unknown, always the main attraction to Human being. Into the darker side of the place and story, into the mystery, and then the fall in temptation and prediction.

Good to feel fences, good to feel you, here at the gate with you.

Lil G

Tell me Lil G

What are you saying and meaning here?

Where is this place and what is it for you?

Have you drunk my blood and are a little drunk with my love?

This place, 6:36 in the morning.

Into the gate of time.

 She walked to the gate, She felt that something or someone was there and talking to her.

Nervous, trembling and shaking she walked inside a mystery until she reaches the gate. Were moments of wonder, questions, search and some fear. What or who she was going to find and face there? All that time she walked the mystery, what or who was leading and taking her there? 

Was she searching, wondering and hoping to find a pumpkin there?

What were her thoughts while she was walking towards the fence gate?

Probably many ilegal thoughts, prohibitions and restrictions, sexual fantasies and dreams. Human are never out of these thoughts. Well, thoughts of friendship and love.

Did she lost the faith, her religion, break and violated any rule and law?

Erotic illustrations, in a book with no written words.

1001 words

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Well, not always, sometimes. 

When is not taken often.

Laugh not often.

You can loose reason and smile.

It's not for laughing, but you can smile for me from time to time.

It´s leisure and pleasure, that´s it.

Don´t make it a laugh.

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J´ai quelque chose, chaque fois que je pense á lui je sens quelque chose en de moi. Je me sens étrange, j´ai des sentiments que je ne peux pas expliquer à moi-même et à quelqu’un d’autre. La seule chose que je sais, c’est qu’il est la source de ces sentiments en moi. Je pense que c´est un sentiment. une sensation corporelle, de viande, d´amour peut-être?

Kingdom Come

See the white light, the light within Be your own disciple, fan the sparks of will For all of us waiting Your kingdom will come Now rays of power shining Rays of magic fall On the golden voice That speaks within us all For all of us waiting Your kingdom will come Kingdom come (Now) feel the white light, the light within Yeah, it burns a fire, drives a man to win For all of us waiting Your kingdom will come Kingdom come Words of power calling to us all Holding us together while other kingdoms fall No longer waiting Our kingdom has come Kingdom come Whoa, kingdom coming Another kingdom falls The rightful are waiting, but all are not rightful Wait and receive the weight of the fall Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Kingdom come Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Kingdom come Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Kingdom come Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

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Walk to me

Tormentor

The girl from the flower shop walked on the streets when she found the blackness of the night in the arms of a street boy. A boy that gave her his hand, kissed and took her.

Walked alone in the streets, the girl from the flower shop, when she found the blackness of the night in the arms of a boy, a boy that kissed her. Inside her eyes ran her perspective of reality, of life. Blinded by magic spells and impure thoughts she walked in the street shadows in search for the truth. Her flesh and bones never have been so cold and afraid. Playing tricks with the mind she felt and hopped to relief all her fears with the moonlight.

Afraid to walk the streets in the coldness all alone The blackness of the night engulfs your flesh and bones Hoping for relief from the fear you feel inside Losing all perspective of reality in the night Running from shadows, blinded by fear The horror of nightfall is ever so near I slowly surround you as terror sets in Are you afraid of the night? I see the fright in your eyes as you turn and run But is your mind playing tricks on a body so very young Feeling as if no one cares, the fear runs down your spine But I know I'll never rest until I know you're mine Running from shadows, blinded by fear The horror of nightfall is ever so near I slowly surround you as terror sets in Are you afraid of the night? Afraid to walk the streets in the coldness all alone The blackness of the night engulfs your flesh and bones Feeling as if no one cares, the fear runs down your spine But I know I'll never rest until I know you're mine I know you're mine! Too late to hide! Too late to save your life! Tormentor!

The final Command

Screams of terror across the sea Begging for mercy in their one final plea Soldiers prepare to fight to the death Killing and fighting to their very last breath Blitzkrieg tactics of the German command Born with the power of God in his hand He makes his move to conquer the land Turning all hopes of life to sand Machine gun fire, blood level higher Visions of torture and terror to all Ready for battle, awaiting the final command Hiding in darkness from enemies unseen Awaiting our victory, ending his dream Cursed are the souls who defy his will All of which are tortured and ruthlessly killed Blitzkrieg tactics of the German command Born with the power of God in his hand Shocking the world with his mass devastation He puts all his power in the trust of one nation Machine gun fire, blood level higher Visions of torture and terror to all Ready for battle, awaiting the final command At the crack of dawn they storm again Hunting, fighting and killing all men Our end is near, our time now short Our kingdoms have fallen as a result of his sport Blitzkrieg tactics of the German command Born with the power of God in his hand Withdrawn from fighting, he now takes his leave Seeking out goals that can't be conceived Machine gun fire, blood level higher Visions of torture and terror to all Ready for battle, awaiting the final command

Door 43

Madonna

You like love someone, truly. 

You have feelings, your own feelings, as all human beings have their own feelings. Some have more feelings than others, different and better ones. Each human has his own being, yet we are all equal, or nearly equal to each other. You have feelings for someone, the reason may be in what that someone transmits and gives to you. feelings, That someone makes you like love him. Isn´t it the greatest thing in people´s lives? Have feelings, to like and love someone, to be liked and loved by someone. To be someone´s friend and love. To feel someone´s friendship and love? To live for you, to live for something and for someone, to divide and share things with someone, friendship, work and building a life together, love. All the things that can be, be and be part of a relationship, all the things that are within a relation and that are livid between two people.

To give something it´s good, it´s a good feeling. To give something for you or for someone it´s s good, it´s a good feeling. It´s good and a good feeling to have something to give, to yourself or to someone.

Loving and living with someone.

Yes, you give place, space and time for the relationship, for you and for that someone. For things "outdoors" of a relationship. Friendships, work, whatever. Butt not for an extra conjugal affair.

Do you like and love someone?

Would you give place and space for that someone to have and affair with other? With a clown on the clown´s job and scripts?

You don´t love yourself.

There are those you love you more than you love yourself.

No self estime, personality and being, you don´t care for you anymore. It´s being a long mediocrity journey, poor, illusionist where you´ve been and living. Beaten, sustained with drops, you don´t give a shit for yourself anymore and for anyone else. You just live things as they come on the way, no matter what or shit or who may come and from where they come from. Clowns jobs and scripts. It is evident that these things are sustained with drops, fireworks and prizes in the middle, It´s what keeps people there. there where you´re at this moment. What keeps people who are alone, people who make the choice to live alone in a world of rot, a world of clowns.