Fuck it up, come.

My love,

Each and me,

You’ve lost me,

You caused me

You taught me a million

Whip back

Walk me to,

Stupid fool

You wanna get boned

You wanna get stoned …

You wanna be the bastard of yourself

You wanna get burned

You wanna get turned

You wanna get fucked inside out

You wanna be ruled

You wanna be fooled

You wanna be a woman like a man like a woman like a man

A woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man, you like a man …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=E7t-TSlyPKE

Damien Rice – Woman like a man

Ph : Mariska Karto

I’m talking about you.

I think you’re “my person”

I’m not talking about soul mates.

It’s about what’s upsetting your life.

He doesn’t choose you and you don’t choose him.

He’s not looking for you and you’re not looking for him.

It just comes out of nowhere.

Like rain or fate.

Someone with whom time disappears.

It surprises you, it excites you

He leaves you breathless when he talks to you

Or he’ll take it away from you.

Of someone you recognize with surprise

In your thoughts, in your gestures and breaths.

I’m talking about someone who makes you think

Who understands you even when you shut up,

And that you love him without knowing why,

With that spontaneous love growing

Every day.

I’m talking about someone, but I recognize you.

In the silence of my thoughts

I find my soul reflected in yours,

Clear as in the mirror.

I’m talking about you.

My predestined person.

– Nora H. –

Words : via Metamorfosi-N.H.

Ph : Rewinda Omar

On Your Deep Hair

At perfume acres,

Scented sea and vagabond

To the blue and brown streams,

Like a ship awakening

In the morning wind,

My Dreaming Soul

For a distant sky …

To see you walking in cadence,

Beautiful abandon,

It looks like a dancing serpent

At the end of a Under the burden of your laziness …

I think I drink a bohemian wine,

Amer and winner,

A liquid sky that parses

Stars my heart!

– Charles Baudelaire – The Flowers of Evil