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Sunday, June 28, 2009



You’re arriving just in time, in this world, in this place
You’re bringing your tune, the magic of your eyes,
The minutes you’re willing to waste
Talking to me, being who you are
Breathing my air, filling my head with your gasps.
I need you to feel more than welcome,
I need to make sure that you’ve come just in time.

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Lala, none other, a las 10:58 PM 1 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Friday, June 19, 2009






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life's a Martini
(and you're the shaker)







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Lala, none other, a las 12:47 PM 2 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Thursday, June 18, 2009













wish i was braver than my skin
 
Lala, none other, a las 5:49 PM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Wednesday, June 17, 2009





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Would you please stop screaming, woman?
I’ll focus on my apprehension more easily then.
Go get me a brand new cup of tea,
Pour me inside of it.
I want to be celestial just for one night.
Oh woman, you bleed in my ears,
You’re just the ashes of a wounded satellite
But I’m too far gone,
I’m drowning in your warm infusion.
Let your sounds become harmony,
I need some calm tonight,
I need to face
a sudden August in the middle of an autumn night.
There’s a lovely breeze coming from the river
There’s a lovely view inside your arms tonight –
I’m half a girl melting in Uranus
And your screaming only tells me
That he’s not by my side.
 
Lala, none other, a las 1:25 PM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Tuesday, June 16, 2009




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Cos I can see it all,
I do
I do
I do


I didn't.


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Lala, none other, a las 1:43 AM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Sunday, June 14, 2009



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You painted me cyan,
Pale both my chicks,
In the centre of the magazine there’s a lady covered in red –
She plays the myth,
In the coral moon
I recognize the time, from some other time,
A basis in the music in the sound
In the room
All in need
Tangled in an old, dirty curtain
Maybe someone’s screaming tonight,
I think the lady in the magazine knows this fiction very well,
She has such a pretty smile,
Half broken but still half alive,
You’re air inside this burning balloon,
I once wished for a world inside a bottle,
I made it clear, but I couldn’t make it crystal,
Like half the words of ‘Hollywood’
Or maybe a cup of tea that has grown cold.
It’s the time, you swear,
These are the veins.

I once turned all yellow
But still held my spring inside my ink pot.
You whispered some lovely words back then,
I’m pretty much sure it rained all afternoon
Those grey clouds,
You know exactly what I think about them
Yet you stayed, I remember
But still I could never look a butterfly in the eye
She is bleeding me pure,
Like a gentle caress that falls down to the ground
In a direction I wish I could follow
But instead I’m so ambivalent,
You see me disappear like dew drops in the grass
And then the morning always comes,
Sometimes it’s just so damn much obsolete
Sometimes you get just so damn solemn,
If I crack it’s for you only
And if I pray it’s for you solely
But I’m all cyan
Pale are both my chicks
And that rag doll won’t talk to me anymore
And you know this street; you’ve lived here for quite some time
Still I can’t understand
How can it be so naïve
To find your soul trying to escape through your window
And migrate to somewhere else.

The lady came from Asia,
She had some pretty nice legs
Her spirit was all cyan, just like her umbrella.
Something tells me she never read a newspaper in her whole life.
Yet she seems so alive,
And she walks so carelessly
I may be flying home but believe me,
It won’t happen tomorrow.
It’s the weather, I swear,
You know
These are the veins.







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Lala, none other, a las 11:35 AM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Thursday, June 11, 2009



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but then, this is the dream,
the deep screaming I hear coming from your mouth every night in your sleep -
this is the vision of a world so alive,
so ulterior and pure.

sense the fear, lover - it's only our freedom.






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Lala, none other, a las 11:30 PM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]





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my paradise

lies breathing

inside a bubble

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Lala, none other, a las 3:00 PM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Wednesday, June 10, 2009



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Cos the sugar in your spoon

is slowly turning into liquid.

 
Lala, none other, a las 3:39 PM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]








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don’t you dare
crying on the ashes
of a world
so alive.






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Lala, none other, a las 11:33 AM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Tuesday, June 09, 2009






hey, what are you?
maybe you won't remember the sound,
or you won't touch the rain no more.
can you answer?
i'm a phone that rings,
i'm a beginning.




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Lala, none other, a las 8:04 PM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]