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Madjer Argelie

She is Innocent

I lover her

Like a Child Again

I'm not scared anymore I'm not scared of the dark when I sleep with you With you And I'm feeling alive And I'm feeling strong again when I'm with you With you And it hits me Just like a runaway train And it blows me away Just like a hurricane You make me happy and I hope you feel the same You make me feel just like a child, a child again I'm not trapped anymore Between madonna and the whore when I lay with you With you And the days run away Like wild horses run away when I'm with you Ah, ha And I'm breathing you in Just like the morning air And I'm wrapping you around Just like a skin to wear You make me happy and I hope you feel the same You make me feel Just like a child A child again Oh sweet thing I'm born once again For you sweet thing Just like a baby again You make me happy and I hope you feel the same And I'm in heaven and it feels like a gentle rain You make me happy and I want you to feel the same You make me feel just like a child A child again

She loves it

She is spinning on the wheel, in Vegas!

Butterfly On A Wheel

Silver and gold And it's growing cold Autumn leaves lay As thick as thieves Shivers down your spine Chill you to the bone 'Cos the mandolin wind Is the melody that turns Your heart to stone The heat of your breath Carving shadows on the mist Every angel has the wish that She's never been kissed A broken dream Haunting in your sleep And hiding in your smile A secret you must keep Love cuts you deep Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel There's no scarlet in you Lay your veil down for me As sure as God made wine You can't wrap your arms Around a memory Take warmth from me Cold Autumn winds Cut sharp as a knife And in the dark for me You're the candle flame that Flickers to life Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Wise men say all is fair In love and war And there's no right or wrong In the design of love And I could only watch As the wind crushed your wings Broken and torn Crushed like the flower under the snow And like the flower in spring Love will rise again to heal your wings Love heals the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love heals the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love heals the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love will heal the wings of a butterfly On a wheel

Can I slow down? Should I slow down? 

What she thinks and says? 

She is driving a Tesla!

👄👄👄

Stay With Me

Books and covers and part time lovers Spinning rooms in cities of rust I'm stranded, struck out on this line Of smoke and fire and steel and wire And glass and spire and dust 

On to the floor at dawn with lips taught and drawn Sleepless nights I've spent with angels heaven sent 

Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side 

Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me Stay, with me Stay, with me Born of the sign of air and the twins Speak of days and another place I wander as the gypsy under a beckoning moon Speak of time and another face A wayward and languid cry a fleeting and furtive sigh From the cradle to the grave a love to desire and crave Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me Stay, with me Stay, with me I'll laugh for you, and I'll dance for you But don't ask me to shed any tears when I have to go You are a joy and a pleasure to love and to hold Your promise is as pure as the driven snow Passing ships in the night a touch distraught and light Eyes that brightly shine, your love tonight is mine Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me Stay, with me Stay, with me

Los Angeles

Life is about a thousand things and the wheel is the portal to many of those thousand things.

Golden Gate, Hollywood...

And she always lunches and dines in luxurious taverns and pays miserable bills with Rubles.

Breakfast?

Not always on my bed. Damn it, I´m jealous!.