When I feel lonely you are here beside me with your loving and caring touch.

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

The truth is the object of our lustBut the light is still so very dim…

And you’re a tall drink of water because we’re so fucking thirsty

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism.

The amazing feeling that triggers the fountain of words that flow in my belly.

We can't go back, thoughwe're apt to waver even as our wheels spin on.

ஆறுவது சினம்

if I finally do catch you and put my mouth to yours you will taste that summer.

if onlyour tongueswere made of glasshow muchmore carefulwe would bewhen wespeak

Matahari sudah tuaApa yang terjadijika ia tenggelam ke lautdan tak terbit lagi?

Hanginiz bilir, benim kadar/ Karpuzdan fener yapmasını" - Orhan Veli.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I have five fingers, the middle one is for you.