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Everything posted by Marcus Nalgaber
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The clock rings and she jumps out of the bed the clock rings she jumps out of bed she washed she combs she drinks the coffee paints her lips puta on the gloves puts on the coat and runs down the stairs and goes out on the street She turn the corner cross the sidewalk and looks for his face among the people accompanying in the bus stop maybe he won't come today maybe he can't today but there he is that man with sad eyes and kisses for give on his mouth The bus arrives and they both sit one behind the other without knowing that both long for each other in that route that unites and disunites them half an hour
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I am still a woman I did not know that to live I had to die so many times you were the one that taught me that you could steal my soul each time you drank my kisses and that hell has no door it just appeared suddenly in your gaze and in your mouth you are the god who undid me and remade me by putting on a tin heart like yours but you can't avoid that the hole in which it dwells remember what it is to feel I'm still a woman I'm melody wood to make beams and chalk to paint windows in the darkness of a corner I'm still a woman full of strength to get out of myself
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05:55:49 of Melodic Guitar Licks Regards, Marcus
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Night of echoes Night of echoes that appear in the ear with distant insistence Footsteps looking for themselves among their own mists Night full of streets that only exist where dreams are lost Night that reveals the depth of the dark around the light of a street lamp Naked night of everything tell me if you saw me pass because Time stopped but I didn't stop walking I saw a woman that without running ran dressed in the sadness that a lost girl has
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Tangerine Generation - Acoustic Guitar Solos Regards, Marcus
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The dark in which I hide The phone vibrates on the table its silent mode does not prevent the incomng call I see the screen that lights up in the dark in which I hide I know it`s him him hi but I I I I am no longer me I am a parenthesis of myself a space between before and now empty and alien to cause and effect The phone vibrates on thte table its silent mode does not prevent the incoming call but I am far eventhough I am close out of reach of his voice and his kisses in my nest of dreaming at the mercy of a gentle wind
