LOVELY TOTTI…

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Like a flower sensitive, delicate

 

That delights the eye,

 

The soul, the heart and the whole Being

 

So is the woman’s face.

 

 Its brightness is candor

 

It has the lightness in the face,

 

Expression of tenderness

 

Yet that life is hard

 

 As a moonlit night

 

A horizon that is lost

 

In infinite extension

 

Blue sky and sea

 

So is the woman’s face.

 

 As a gentle song

 

Or sweet poetry

 

What makes the heart beat

 

And perfuming the feelings

 

made magic

 

So is the woman’s face.

 

 Housewife charming smile

 

Delicacy and beauty in her features

 

That conveys security and peace

 

In the various forms of love

 

So is the woman’s face.

***Tribute to my friend – Turkiya***

Gothic Love

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You are my gorgeous nightmare

 

My one true love my faithful darkness

 

We may be dark souls at heart

 

But when I’m with you I feel as if

 

I’m in the light once more

 

 

 

You never tell a lie to me

 

Even if you feel like you want to

 

So I know that with you

 

I’m not bound to illusions

 

Like how I have been before

 

 

 

Our insanity balances one another out

 

Two lovers within a gothic romance

 

Nothing could ever break us apart

 

We are tied together forever

 

Never to falter for anything

 

 

 

I could go on and on about

 

Each and every little thing

 

That I love about you babe

 

I’m not going to though

 

Cause it’s not each part of you

 

I’m in love with

 

It’s all you as a whole that captivates me

 

 

 

Though right now in a tougher time

 

Bringing up some shadows of the past

 

I shall never leave your side

 

No matter how much that part of me

 

Screams at me to just walk away

 

Cause I just love you too damn much to listen

 

 

 

Owned by Dustin Smith

 

 

Opera is dead!!!

The Opera one day community was very attractive and cool …. but now she’s dead!

We should let her go and rest in peace … 

Goodbye My Opera Community!

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She – Elvis Costello

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She

May be the face I can’t forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

 

She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

 

She who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one’s allowed to see them when they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I’ll remember till the day I die

 

She

May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I’m alive

The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years

Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I’ve got to be

The meaning of my life is

 

She, she, she

Fallen angel

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The night has its horrors

 

Yearning clarity, peace, light

 

Wear me with tremors

 

Fallen Angel weighs me cross.

 

 

The wind passes through my being

 

Imaginary body , ghost wandering

 

Banshee try to forget …

 

Time is the enemy , not to forgive.

 

 

Black clouds over head

 

Yesterday was Tuesday , a day …

 

Nightmares let me averse to

 

Human Rags , nothing is created .

 

 

The poetry left me for months

 

Without leaving me a word

 

Departed as other times

 

The silence makes me macabre .

 

 

Without having that mouth to say love

 

My lips are pale

 

For his kiss gave me force

 

Kept that flower in haughtiness

 

 

What do I do with our garden ?

 

Weeds everywhere

 

They killed  what’s good in me

 

I smile to remember my name : Scarlet !

 

 

Nothing but a black rose

 

Pattern the curtain of my eyes

 

I see no paths , nothing is added

 

The decomposition of our home

 

 

I know that not go again

 

Only the grave will wait for me

 

Holy Cross  and follow me

 

This nefarious pain of loving !

 

Happy everyday


Im so happy in each and everyday

 

I’m so happy in each and every way

 

I’m so true, caring and kind

 

Cause these are all the things that go on in my mind

 

I’m so happy in each and everyday

 

I’m so happy in each and every way

 

I’m so peaceful, calm, relaxing

 

Cause I want your pleasure to be your last thing

 

You feel, so listen to me and know that I’m real

 

Cause I speak from the heart and I feel it vibrate

 

Don’t you know my words will have you in a fine state

 

Ending the poem with something subtle yet powerful

 

Like every minute of the day and every hourful

 

Like that dream which you hoped would never end

 

It’s me who will give you that intoxicating mend.

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The Black Widow

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Nice night rises in heaven, silver moonlight,

to enrich the dazzling brilliance of the stars.

The assist my eternal beauty

the taste of the forbidden in your eyes frightened and hungry,

appeals to me greatly.

Come lay in my lap warm and fragrant,

my beloved mortal.

Fear not tomorrow. Well, tonight you belong to me.

Feel my velvety skin brushing yours,

the taste of my lips acontecendo senses.

In my bed of black curtains and ethereal,

gifts of Aphrodite surrender to you, covering you from muffs lusty.

I’ll be so close,

you’ll feel my scent penetrating his soul.

So close, that my body heat will boil your blood!

Deny your past that haunted your days,

lost in the solitude of lovelessness and be nothing.

Give yourself immortal in my bosom, let the reason behind …

dip in the lake black candy fortunes, that my body gives you.

Fall asleep.

 

Garden of the Dead Souls

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A garden high walls

 

That night I walked,

 

Guided by a black angel

 

That everywhere put me through. 

 

In this high-walled garden

 

That light entering prevented,

 

It was cold, dead, dark …

 

Wherever could look. 

 

Dead flowers on the floor,

 

Fragrance of withered roses in the air …

 

Death was very present there

 

There was more life in that place. 

 

In his long, dark corridors

 

I noticed when walking …

 

That even the powerful Chimera

 

Could get inside. 

 

Figures faceless, heartless bodies

 

Home of the damned to eternity

 

To live without life

 

Die in vain 

 

Where I found this garden, so full of desolation

 

The answer caused me dismay, despair, frustration

 

I realized that the Garden of Dead Souls

 

It was in my heart.

 

Money!!!

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“Take care of the misuse of money …

Money can buy many things … but he can not bring you true happiness, peace and wisdom “

Money can be a trap!!!

 

 

What?

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 What are they imagining? 

Or are hiding waiting for someone?

Is it a sweet child’s play?

??????????????????????????????….. WHAT?