I will change my decisions..

Please Forgive me,,
because I will never forgive my self,
I will never understand the way it is now,
and your absent...
I remember  in actions,
that not happen anymore
and time is my worst enemy,
Time I can't touch.


It feel like yesterday... like butterfly effect ..

and is over a year,
an in a beautiful month
she was born the 24,,
Her Kisses,
her back scratchs , lol.
her touch,
her smile,
lik a butterfly effect!


Feeling like The Moon.....

I love you in every move,
I love you every smile,
I choose to love who.
I can call you friend,
I can be around,
Just don't push me out!!!
Dancing my body, dancing body


Und wunder' dich nicht, wenn alles scheiße ist

Und wunder' dich nicht, wenn alles scheiße ist 

Und du mich vermisst

Und vielleicht hätte ich das auch nur ganz gern gesagt

Aber hab' es nicht

Eigentlich wollt' ich nur sagen ich hab' dir nicht verziehen

Man könnte sozusagen sagen ich bin krass bedient

Und ich versprech' dir, wenn wir uns das nächste Mal zufällig irgendwo sehen

Dann wird das richtig peinlich

Und überhaupt dieses sag doch auch mal was!

Ich sag doch dauernd was

Ich kann mich langsam selber nicht mehr hören..................

Tut immer noch weh, wenn ich von dir träume..... 
alles scheiße ist


Calling you all day!! .... I will sing a song for you....

If I had a heart I could love you

If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
If I had a voice, I would sing


6 am

I can't sleep.
Thinking about you as usual,
Never go away, never get there to late.
No precedents,
No friends,
No horses ,
No eggs,
No faces,
Is fading away,
Warm,  sick and wet.
I heard a voice into the darkness,,
It's you?
Are you will be here at 6am?
I wish .
Only whispers of the ancient voices,
Those portraits on the wall,, never better
Never a live.
A word for this work

Definition of oeuvre

plural oeuvres play \ˈu̇-vrə, ˈə(r)-, ˈœ-\

: a substantial body of work constituting the lifework of a writer, an artist, or a composer a catalogue of Rembrandt's oeuvre


Now the songs have a FACE, Crime, Gustavo Cerati...

I got tired of waiting
I don't know anything about you

You left so much in me
In flames I lay
in a slow change of color

I realized I lost you

What else can I do?
If I don't forget I'll die
and another crime will be left
and another crime will be left

A prompt treason
and we got out of love
maybe that's what I get.

My ego is going to explode
there where you are not
oh... jealousy again
 What else can I do?
if I don't forget I will die
and another crime will be left
and another crime will be left
 I don't know
How much longer is it, I don't know
If it's too late, I don't know
If I don't forget, I will die
What else can I do?
What else can I do?

Now I know what losing feels like
 Another crime will be left
another crime will be left