Follow me, follow me now... by Dlyrical, literature
Literature
Follow me, follow me now...
Follow me, follow me now, come after me, look, there are the dry footstep marks among the poppies follow me, you fit in the footsteps, let them take you
And where will I get?
Dont ask that dont you know me?
I need to have a clear picture.
Oh, silly girl, just let the footsteps take you, feel them beneath your soles, and look around, look around, the picture will change
Im afraid to look around. I might slip. The soils not that dry
Hey, look, theres a bird in the sky Dont you wanna fly that
Aud totul în mine, căi ferate ce duc de aici spre umbre violet, vagoane puse contra şinelor, zbătându-se să se rupă de metal, să-l ascută şi să ia din el viteza, să se pună din mers contra scânteilor, să fugă, să ducă cu ele suflete de oameni îngrămădite de frică de toamnă, de frică de apă împânzită cu frunze pierdute scăpate din foc... simt mersul sacadat al trenulului, îl simt sub piele, mersul ăsta de tren vechi, comunist, ce-i spune şi sângelui cum să curgă în v
The belt
In half paralysis of senses
I look at the belt you gave me
To tie an instant makeshift
Somewhere, on its inner skin
The belt still keeps a guys smell,
Your smell
A belt
A circle drawn with compasses...
A makeshift circle you drew:
This is to be done,
This is not to be done
To smell a belt,
This is not to be done.
But somewhere, on its inner skin
It keeps your smell
Alive
Flows and fluids
Cross my hands when I think of you.
The channels Indians speak of
The lines Buddhists call mantras
They gather together
To celebrate the emotion of you.
My eardrums are stretched like
Veal skin perceiving the light
Cruel touches of a weirdo singer.
I crouch like a girl
Expecting to have a tattoo
Needle by needle pricking
And leaving their soft subterfuge
Of blood.
My soles would like to retreat
To their cage, like a snail,
To leave no trace
To run away
Reversely
To their womb
And walk no more.
My neck is lime-like
It feels the temptation
Of crumbling, like white powder
Non sustaining:
It doesn't
Follow me, follow me now... by Dlyrical, literature
Literature
Follow me, follow me now...
Follow me, follow me now, come after me, look, there are the dry footstep marks among the poppies follow me, you fit in the footsteps, let them take you
And where will I get?
Dont ask that dont you know me?
I need to have a clear picture.
Oh, silly girl, just let the footsteps take you, feel them beneath your soles, and look around, look around, the picture will change
Im afraid to look around. I might slip. The soils not that dry
Hey, look, theres a bird in the sky Dont you wanna fly that
Aud totul în mine, căi ferate ce duc de aici spre umbre violet, vagoane puse contra şinelor, zbătându-se să se rupă de metal, să-l ascută şi să ia din el viteza, să se pună din mers contra scânteilor, să fugă, să ducă cu ele suflete de oameni îngrămădite de frică de toamnă, de frică de apă împânzită cu frunze pierdute scăpate din foc... simt mersul sacadat al trenulului, îl simt sub piele, mersul ăsta de tren vechi, comunist, ce-i spune şi sângelui cum să curgă în v
The belt
In half paralysis of senses
I look at the belt you gave me
To tie an instant makeshift
Somewhere, on its inner skin
The belt still keeps a guys smell,
Your smell
A belt
A circle drawn with compasses...
A makeshift circle you drew:
This is to be done,
This is not to be done
To smell a belt,
This is not to be done.
But somewhere, on its inner skin
It keeps your smell
Alive
Flows and fluids
Cross my hands when I think of you.
The channels Indians speak of
The lines Buddhists call mantras
They gather together
To celebrate the emotion of you.
My eardrums are stretched like
Veal skin perceiving the light
Cruel touches of a weirdo singer.
I crouch like a girl
Expecting to have a tattoo
Needle by needle pricking
And leaving their soft subterfuge
Of blood.
My soles would like to retreat
To their cage, like a snail,
To leave no trace
To run away
Reversely
To their womb
And walk no more.
My neck is lime-like
It feels the temptation
Of crumbling, like white powder
Non sustaining:
It doesn't
Oh people, I'm going nuts with Photoshop CS3. Can't download it, not even from the site... If willing to help send a note pls. I need at least Adobe Image Maker which is almost identical with Photoshop...
I'm crying for u and for me, I'm crying and my heart and my soul and my mind are torn apart with all this silence; the bridge is cracked and from the shore I can only look around. I feel the pain, it makes no sense, it's not the right track. With all this haze, where are you? What's happening to you? Where do you keep your life anchored? How are the bugs? How do autumn leaves feel under your soles?