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Extensíve messages

Yes, as usualy. Messages full of color and with wings for anyone's imagination.

People like love things, things and things and things like that, as well people hate what they like and love. Mostly when interests, job, greed and the sense of inferiority takes them and turn it into a greedy thing. Some things hurt, true, even when things aren´t made intentionally to hurt someone and aren´t offensive and against someone. Some people get hurt. Like an heartbreak to them, it breaks them, their mind and an heart break into pieces. 

Some people have spirit, art and engine, others not so much. Some people are more inteligente then others. 

IAMANAI

And She likes it 

Butt, sorry my loves, I like love to do it, what I do and you.

Of course some things can be better and even more interesting. But it requires time, more thought and money. And I do it daily, everyday. I like and love my loves everyday and not from time to time. You like and love people or you don't like and love people.

The things that my loves like love to write, say and do to me 

Like love and things like love.

Like love wasn't love, just an insignificant affair here and there.

Like love wasn't a daily thing.

A daily love, a diary, voices and written words talking to each other in those needed moments and everyday.

Some days more intense other days less.

Intense if someone wants a little slap. Do you want´ She said. I want. I know you love me and you want it.

You know, people sometimes go for a run. Making some exercice to relief and to free the body and the soul from the demons and the sins.

She is my sin, I am her demon.

Nightwish - She Is My Sin - From Wishes To Eternity

Take heed, dear heart Once apart, she can't touch nor me nor you Dressed as one, a wolf will betray a lamb Lead astray the gazers, the razors on your seducing skin In the meadow of sinful thoughts Every flower's a perfect one To paradise With pleasure haunted Haunted by fear A sin for him, desire within, desire within A burning veil for the bride, too dear for him A sin for him, desire within, desire within Fall in love with your deep dark sin I am the fallen You are what my sins enclose Lust is not as creative as its discovery To paradise With pleasure haunted Haunted by fear A sin for him, desire within, desire within A burning veil for the bride, too dear for him A sin for him, desire within, desire within Fall in love with your deep dark sin Bless me, undress me Pick your prey in a wicked way God, I must confess I do envy the sinners A sin for him, desire within A burning veil for the bride, too dear for him A sin for him, desire within, desire within A burning veil for the bride, too dear for him

 A sin for him, desire within, desire within

 Fall in love with your deep dark sin

Tell me what da * did you do in the last days.

You were at home for 24h, then you went to catch a plane, now you´re telling that you´re in Goucha.

Tell me what da * did you do in the last days.

You read and you got read, wasn´t it´

You beautiful girl. You know, you are my love. 

As you already may know, i´m not a writer and a poet butt I write and do my pumpkin little things. 

The end The songwriter's dead The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate what I have become Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world My home was there 'n then Those meadows of heaven Adventure-filled days, one with every smiling face Please, no more words Thoughts from a severed head No more praise, tell me once my heart goes right Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world Sparkle my scenery With turquoise waterfall With beauty underneath The Ever Free Tuck me in beneath the blue Beneath the pain Beneath the rain Goodnight kiss for a child in time Swaying blade my lullaby On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid Being raped again, and again, and again I know I will die alone, but loved You live long enough to hear the sound of guns Long enough to find yourself screaming every night Long enough to see your friends betray you For years I've been strapped unto this altar Now I only have 3 minutes and counting I just wish the tide would catch me first And give me a death I always longed for" Second robber to the right of Christ Cut in half, infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell The morning dawned, upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave as they came Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Forgive me I have but two faces One for the world One for God, save me I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cоld world Whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world "Today, in the year of our Lord 2005 Tuomas was called from the cares of the world He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day The music he wrote had too long been without silence He was found naked and dead With a smile in his face A pen and 1000 pages of erased text" Save me Be still, my son You're home Oh when did you become so cold? The blade will keep on descending All you need is to feel my love Search for beauty, find your shore Try to save them all, bleed no more You have such oceans within In the end I will always love you 

The beginning

If you are not a believer you don´t have faith in anything and anyone.

Believe and faith is a religious thing.

You should believe in something and in someone.

The skies and heavens were God´s imagination and creation, and in colors.

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