#morphina+dovide

[mayakovsky-jung]

My life has always been for you like the dream of whales, mysterious and floating between the surface of affection and the depths of love ... Whales dream of being in company, of taking care of each maritime star ... about their symphonies of day and night, they are in children's stories and in the life of marine biology, in the water of those dreams a day is a day, and a night a night; the pile that they carry of fragments are memories where their roads. are their songs of sadness and joy. they are what my memory is when they are born and when they die. fragments live on the map of Marian depth, touching the depth without light. How many whales dream in Patagonia or in the seas of California? with feeling without knowing the blue color that surrounds them, full of strange smiles? as many as the sparks of the fire of my heart ...

Mayakovsky-jung

[d--m]

Walk into night with

you held

In your beauty

I can only be me

d—m for morphina

[mayakovsky-jung]

Come to me, let me hug you and you have to know for sure that I am your home ... always

[mayakovsky-jung]

I have your image in mind, after the word that has the meaning linked to you appears: Love

Mayakovskyjung

[mayakovsky-jung]

I am me, when I am with you

Mayakovskyjung/Дэвид

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The moon hangs at the end of the sky A bright crescent on its shadowed face And tree trunks shelter the angled way Buildings pass like sturdy ghosts They ask, they ask Do you wake early or late? And the river walks on tingling skin It asks, it asks Can you see stars through trees tonight? Past and present meet in fragrant air And the moon hangs at the end of the sky As we walk, we walk, my sweetheart The night invites a reply And the trees write melodies on our skin They ask, they ask Where does it go, this dance? We are inside the night, its tenderness We are the darkness of the night You and I, you and I The moon hangs at the end of the sky

d–m for Morphina

[mayakovsky-jung]

Faire de beaux rêves la nuit mon lapin The violets dominate the white sheet, where I write my dreams ...Full of joy and the vanilla flower forms stars. A sweet little bunny walks on two legs and little steps in the green grass shines and I can smell her- light hair is the essence of pure beeswax, the brightness and the color of wheat light in the field, the body with talc and peach skin her smile petal of lily of the valley and heart of sunflower... What a longevity of laughter, miss and its sound with the voice of sweet life and kisses of perfumed dark currant- Miss...little miss with blue eyes and sky Lilac, I always want you to hear your smile, nymph of the day, angel of the night, sweet palms of the hands with the fingers of Daffodil.- Tell me,with your eyes stories of magical and distant tenderness, use the comb of your voice and look out the window at night, sleep and laugh decorating the day with cloud scarves quilted, with the sweet creatures and enigmatic Teddy bears and strings harp with the sound candy Miu Miu Miu....

Mayakovskyjung/Дэвид

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