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Rocking Chair

Perverse love
Whisper me Henry Miller
In his tropic of Cancer
Of Cancer
Baudelaire
Gives me this evening flesh
Of literary goose
In my rocking chair
 
Apolinaire
Has also some severe
And some unripe in his verses
In his verses
Eleven thousands ver-
I am at the end of my rope
Shaken as a shaker
In my rocking chair
 
Is it a mystery
Twenty or in helicopter
Will come Humbert Humbert
I'll be light
Like polyester
Titled with legs up
In my rocking chair
 

Lolita aller chez soi

Every 'right' person turns on me
Mostly the women, I don't know why
They ogle my shoes, my shoes and my skirt
I hear them whispering about fun words like 'whore'
 
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita
Lolita, go home
 
I'm being chased everywhere, like a pinball
Who bangs itself blindly on the iron machines
I have everything in a bag of cardboard and string
I couldn't endure their cruel sarcasm any longer
 
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita
Lolita, go home
 
Behind closed curtains, I feel their gaze
And I bend my back on the way to the train station
Really seems like, to all of them, I was scary
I saw, in tight rows, women crying in chorus
 
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita
Lolita, go home
In the dining car, I ordered a cup of tea
I didn't do anything wrong, I have my legs outspread
And nevertheless, behind me, an olds man saliva
And I listen to the chant of the locomotive
 
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
Lolita, Lolita, go home
 

What?

What?
Of our crazy love would only remains ashes
Me
I'd like the earth to stop in order to get off
You
You tell me that you don't worth the rope to hang yourself
It's for leaving or taking
Joy
And pain is what love conceives
Be
At least conscious that my heart can gets broken
By
The way, I have too much to learn
If I knew how to understand you well.
 
Cruel love
Like a duel
Back to back and without mercy
You have the choise of the weapons
Or the one of the tears.
 
Think about it
Think about it
And conceive what is the death or the life.
 
What?
Of our crazy love would only remains ashes
Me
I'd like the earth to stop in order to get off
You
You prefer
To die than to quit.
Who knows!? Go figure!
 
Cruel love
Like a duel
Back to back and without mercy
You have the choise of the weapons
Or the one of the tears.
 
Think about it
Think about it
And conceive what is the death or the life.
 
You
You prefer
To die than to quit.
Who knows!? Go figure!
 
What?
Of our crazy love would only remains ashes
Me
I'd like the earth to stop in order to get off
You
You tell me that you don't worth the rope to hang yourself
 

Јаne B.

OSOBENOSTI
 
Oči: plave
Kosa: kestenjasta
Džejn B.
Engleskinja
Pol: ženski
Godine starosti: između 20 i 21
Studira: grafički dizajn
Trenutno prebivalište: kod roditelja
 
Oči: plave
Kosa: kestenjasta
Džejn B.
Ten: beo
Nos: akvilinski
Prijavljena kao nestala jutros
U dvadeset do pet
 
Oči: plave
Kosa: kestenjasta
Džejn B.
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