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Twelve Times a Year

Twelve times a year, frequently
She's writhing in pain
Biting her fingers in her bed
Stifling her cries
She's in pain
 
This pain, heavy and strong, holds her night and day
That's being a woman
Human being, with flesh and blood
It's beautiful
And yet it hurts
 
What is to be done
So that her shackles
Of this yoke she's under
Will be broken
Alone in her frost
She gets cold
 
Her bitter tears
Drops of saltwater
Slip
And run down her neck
Abhorred pain
When you are spinning
She's in pain
 
Her stomach is burning
A feverish volcano
Which screams in her place
Words, anxieties
While her lips are shut
But in her ember
She's in pain
 
Twelve times a year, frequently
She's writhing in pain
Biting her fingers in her bed
Stifling her cries
She's in pain
 

In all friendship

In all friendship, I call you at night
Even after midnight, you pick up
In all friendship, I tell you that I'm lost
You guide me through the streets and bridges
In all friendship, you accompany me back home
With the sound of your gallant voice
In all friendship, you don't feel well tonight
You need someone, it's troublesome
In all friendship, I run myself a bath
Telephone in the hand I let myself fall into it
In all friendship, you'd like to be a bodywash
A bubble that touches me, a sponge
In all friendship, it's true that I'm more than naked
Under the faom, so naive in my inexperience
In all friendship, you tremble on the other side of the line
I play the teen and elude
In all friendship, you relatively much
want to be my lover tonight
In all friendship, I lie down in my bed
All this is very nice but you'd have to see it
In all friendship, you describe my body
Which you can't experience, even though it's far away
In all friendship, I sigh at your ear
But it's because I'm tired, more or less
In all friendship, hanging onto your portable
you virtually stretch me out on the table
In all friendship, you are the god of love
you take me 'til the break of day
In all friendship, when I finally fall asleep
you hang up with a tired hand
In all friendship, we congratulate quietly
because a friendship like this is holy