aristofene

Well Im a poet lost in the bottomless pit of this place called army. I tend to look at life with an opaque pair of spectacles. I guess my window has turned yellow, since I have moved here, but hey! The choice we made dictates our reality And I guess this one is mine I have to find the right spark to ignite that fire I, once, had that burn through me completely. No I dont believe in love poems, anymore We, all, know very well that life does not work that way. Specially when the muse has felt you in a deep melancholy.... as yours truly .

It seems that I always spoiled love
Like a drop of vinegar on your honey
I came running to you. Just enough
Rope you gave me; enough to hang
Myself on the sweet cypress tree
Near the lagoon, where we saw our
Nakedness for the first time.

And now, I find myself in the same condition
Sad and defeated like a ring for a man without
Fingers. The devastation on my heart is like an
Atomic bomb went off in its center; the macabre
And morbid sequel is the only present, I have in front
Of these waters that were witness to our feral love

In this desolation, god seems to be deaf.
Everyone seemed to have gone mad.
May be, we were mistaken, even though we were
Absolutely positively confidently certain.
I dont understand what happened to us
We, all, have lost all raison d'tre.
God seems to be deaf.

It seems that I always spoiled love
Like a salt granule in the marmalade

A season of loneliness has arrived to my
Exultant heart. Love has a dark cloud over this
Sweet sky near your porous hips, where I
Want death to find me one dark august night.

But, in this inanity, god seems to be deaf.
Everyone seemed to have gone mad.
May be, we were mistaken, even though we were
Absolutely positively confidently certain.
I dont understand what happened to us
We, all, have lost all raison d'tre.
God seems to be deaf.
And it seems that I am only good to spoil love
Like a fly on your sauvignon.
I dont understand what happened to us
We, all, have lost all raison d'tre.
God seems to be deaf.