Buried Burden

 Not good at this love business,
Nor to the dearest, neither to my dearests,
Shame on me for that I look senseless,
Though who would know the times
When I had these hurricanes
In me, forcing that kid, he cries,
In a place has a story no different from Atlantis,
A mtyh, one of these ancient stories,
A sea of tears,
Made out of the deepest fears.
Right in the bottom of the sea lies;
The Atlantis state of mine
Drowned, however, in kids own tears,
These walls, damned walls,
Let no tear spill...

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Cronaca #1 (Not really)

Oggi é stato la prima giorno che ho iniziato a scivere una cronaca. Cosí, scrivero i miei giorni interessanti in questi testi. Comunque, sono molto limitato quando scrivo in Italiano, ma, provero del mio meglio. Non sono sicuro di che cosa dico. Perche non posso scrivere cosa complessa, scrivero semplice. 
Appunto: Non posso usare ''e'' e ''i'' con la accenta, perche non ho il tasto necesario sulla mia tastiera.

The Greenest Planet is no Earth

The Greenest Planet is no Earth From the dawn of humanity, Till the edge of the doom, They look for a planet, Where flowers bloom, Green, that's how it should appear, To the eyes of those in search, No matter where they look, They all end up praying in church, My advice to them would be, Not to search it in the skies, I found my own green one, In the center of your eyes
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The Tale of a Warrior

The Tale of a Warrior
Do you belong to the house you were born?
Or is it just a step to belong to somewhere else?
The owner of your womb who claims all the rights,
Can she use you as her babydoll, can you resist all the bites?
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Do you feel stuck in between, are you deep in thoughts?
Maybe the decision has already been made, waiting to be practiced?
My muse, one thing is certain though, I as your soul-twin,
Will always be there to help you, never to feel in between
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I chose you as my muse for that,
You are the lone-warrior amongst the ignorant,
All I ever request from you is to keep fighting,
Till you see the day of enlightening.

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My Love to You.

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My love to you, is a leopard, killing its pray to keep itself alive,
Everytime a pray is killed, Gods in favor of sacrifice chill within their temple.
To survive, everytime it keeps its eyes sealed, your unprecedented existence appealed,
Breaking the promise it gave, like a hundred times.
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But, as frank as a lover could be, it must be said loudly;
Your arrival to me couldn't be any more blithely,
How come you manage to trap that wild horse,
which was roaming for the very long time,
to tame it and convert to a nice ride,
for yourself to carry your biggest crime?
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When we are disposed of our sub-lunar doubts, if we can,
It is clear as day that, dear, we have the longest road of all,
And through my love, which is a tamed horse for your service,
I assume it is impossible for you to slip and miserably fall.

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