She...

She walked over me with pointed high heels
she tattooed my soul, i'm under her wheels
she tied me all up and i'm tighting the knots
i'm dosed by it 'cause i ain't strong enough

she launched her rockets so faraway
they burned the skies and brightly it became
fast and furious they dropped down apart
and smoke rings appeared on the shape of my heart

wishes and thoughts are kept in her smile
whenever it happens, take a look to the sky
reflecting her beauty a rainbow will rise,
with seven more colors, that she will combine

Finding the stars on her milky-way skin
and running through sharp bends that i never had seen
reminds me the taste of some forbbiden dreams
where serpents and apples don't know the word SIN

with charm and lust, she dances to me
slowly and easily keeps movin her hips
i hold her strong, getting the same beat
and surrender myself kissin her wet lips

Fill me in...

life seems to be cold
without your smile and touch around me...

Masks...

We have a lot of chances to wear them
and a wide range of them to choose
Nothin but a wish to hide our hearts

"Weakness" is how some people call this...
I like to think they're doing the same
but wearing another kind of mask
A "Strength" mask

Everybody needs to do it one time
Hide yourself it's not always a bad option
Stop to change some pieces of your build
Don't let it be covered in dust
cause stubbornness don't leave with blows

it's hard to use these masks...
it's not easy to fake
to get a smile it's harder than drop a tear
and when you realize...
you're already wearing the whole costume

My friends...

My friends are so depressed
I feel the question
Of your loneliness
Confide... `cause I'll be on your side
You know I will, you know I will...

The same old story....

Sundays... Sundays

The worst day of the week...
nothin to do, nobody to talk...
laziness hovering our bodies
when we look to that red sky
we feel the whole daily coming...

can't sleep...
it's the same old story
more I try, less I can

Writin writin writin
thinkin thinkin thinkin
Idea: eaaaaaaaat!
And after this... let's have a fag!
(hey, don't make that face! you taught me this word!)

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bad... bad English =p

Introducing myself...

Important note: Definitely you'll find some grammatical mistakes here.

I wish that someday I can write so perfectly that even the english writers had to read my words with the best one dictionary of this whole world... Sorry, I'm just throwing up my hate about my limitations! I even don't know if my words are correct... ("Are my words not correct?") You see? I'm just like Katsumoto on that movie... ¬¬ oh god! I wanna write right (it sounds funny) but not like an amateur. I want my words written correctly, but so correctly to the point you think I'm a native of the english tongue (I'm daring here... using this word "tongue" with the meaning of "language", I really don't know if this is right... but I listened this in a song of U2) HUMPF!!!

Someday I'm gonna be able to do it... you bet it!

Bleh! Forget about my introduction... ¬¬

Could you please correct my words ? O_O

So...

Priviat Brataaaaaaaan!!!

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