Live...

And I have been annoying you for a long time about sorrow
Like it matters to you at all.
And the happiness,
And the smiles..
that are over exposed
in her name.
And I’m irritating you
Like a clock with
colors of life
and living!
To live
is more important than Life itself.
Otherwise the miracle called life doesn't make any sense.
To love is a great passion
And FRAGILE?, like always.
Yet Occasionally rarely accomplished
And no one really understands
everyone does not love 
until they start loving themselves
and fall in love 
with a sinner.
And everything you thought of me
is nothing more than memories.
No one can live from memories
yet everyone makes a living from them.
Life-living-loving.. past=memories-live.. novelty-live (LIVING) and just life...
mine and your success.
To love..
And to die dead
Even smiling.
Is there anything more beautiful than those
Lucky enough to taste death (alive) and continue to
live... :)
Is there anything more beautiful than the sense of not having any sense at all ...

Just love....

Make a song
with a taste of perfume
and blank paper with a weight of reality,
invisible words
fragile from every eye,
and deviate from the path,
behind the corner,
Come
I`am waiting for you there
with a bouquet
filled with dust
of the souls in our memories, 
and scent of love
before death,
the feelings involved of 
me and you,
so embrace your selves 
song 
Bouquet
words,
and feel the weight to love,
If you're strong enough to feel,
Just love
Just that,
without words 
without songs and bouquets, 

Just Love .....