How strange it would be indeed,
if this foolishness of mine
refused to make a good impression,
not to stand out and be noticed...
I'm very sexy and I unawarely
attract lots of lovely women;
is the charm in my good looks
and these friendly,smiling eyes?
Is the charm in my irresistible smile
that I use as my best weapon?
I am not too sure,unless I'm blind
and so obsessed with your purity!
Nothing makes me sadder to realize
that your sweet,adored thought
is so loved,yet can be so hated;
I have to hide my secrets and emotions,
kill the joys and not cry with you;
I have to lie and be afraid of the naked truth!
How long can I resist your innocence,
fight this obsession...untill I'm doomed?
If there were no hands conforting me,
no lips wanting my warm kisses...
how lonely and devasted I would be!
The one and only thing I can't get is:
the denied and unfelt passion
that has turned into my obsession!
Categories:
unawarely, love, passion, sad,
Form: Ballad
Irresistible charmer,
keep up your wit and humor;
the unchangeble smiles of
kindness and friendship
attract me unawarely,
but so tenderly...
While you started a desire,
so full and uncontrollable,
no,irresistible charmer...
don't step back and tremble;
I don't delude or abuse anyone,
take everything from them and run!
Irresistible charmer,
in the mist of confusion
and unfelt delusion...
you bring a renovation;
oh,it's a consolation
to feel loved with care!
Irresistible charmer,
stop running wildly;
you complicate things
with your silence,
fear nothing from this admirer!
Irresistible charmer,
stop doubting me;
I've shown you more
affection than love,
and the least you can do is dare!
Categories:
unawarely, devotion, love, passion, song-
Form: Ballad
This summer's evening still echoes
with the distinguishable city' noises:
the screams of adolescents,
the cranking of cars and motor-bikes
the loud rotating blades of helicopters,
and the blasting music
from luxurious convertibles
that unawarely tranfix...
We can get away
from this madness,
and find a silent,
infrequent place
where nothing has to be hushed;
where the firmament
emanates a perfect peace
to submerge us by awe
as we coalesce
in a lascivious wish...
We can return to be innocent,
and lean over blue waters
to cover the still lake
with beautiful,velvety roses
as the gondolier enthralls us
with his poignant vocals...
The quite geese float
in the aromatic lake of flowers,
inperplexed by our presence
as we lean over blue waters,
so intoxicated by the balsamy air,
to invoke and inflame
an incessant desire
and incur no regrettable fault...
Categories:
unawarely, adventure, life, love, nature,
Form: Narrative