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Sound of My First Love

I'm looking, I'm looking for a container
Where to put my present, the present
I have in my right hand,
Which the spouse says they call
Love, love, love.
 
Or passion, confusion, fear
Or a glass of wine, or a flower bouquet, or a letter
About the things of life written in prose
That ends with 'forever'.
 
If I gave you my love
If I gave you my first love
Wrapped in a box
Marked with your name
Screaming forever
 
Papara...
 
And the night before yesterday, among whisky stars
Our fatigue rested over the hard sidewalks.
You were a container, to put my gift
With kisses
With verses
I do both with my trumpet-shaped mouth,
and then my mouth plays, it plays a note on your lower lip
and the rest of the notes burn on the tip of my tongue.
 
If I gave you my love
If I gave you my first love
Wrapped in a box
Marked with your name
Screaming forever
 
If I gave you my love
If I gave you my first love
Wrapped in a box
Marked with your name
Screaming forever
 
Papara...
Papara...
 

Kinky Cousin

Versions: #2
You say you have a man, but babygirl where's he at?
Home in his bed or out with his crew
And fucks around for good or bad? You're to easy
If you fall for it, and I'm something you can't forget
I'm a kinky cousin. You wanna be kinky with me?
Semen stains on your pink sweater after hot nights
Let me fuck you, 'cause your pussy is twitching
And my cock is no longer hanging between my long sticks,
But it's high up in the air like a pole-vaulter
I'm a snake tamer, svinging my helicopter
And fucking you is what I should do, 'cause you have a need for me
There's nobody like you even though I have other women
So get a middle finger up your cunt
Lemme lick you lemme pound you in your ass
And let us try that which is forbidden and dirty
Behind that bush over there so you can suck my dick
 
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It's exciting
 
You say you wanna try the dirty, girl
So give me a bare ass that I can blow
Smack your booty
And lick your pussy
Let me stick a fat dick up your nookie
You're not a groupie, just a good girl that thinks that Emil got style
And has seen my profile in the dirty magazines
The amateur section with a fucking huge dick in your late-night dinner
Are you tired of all the repulsive humans?
So let me come and be your secret lover [1]
I can give you what you dream of and want
Electricity or shackles, bring your fingers together
And put them up your cooch
Lemme smack you lemme lick you in your ass
Let us try the forbidden and dirty
Behind that bush over there so you can suck my dick
 
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Do sodo sam buddaš [2]
 

President

You paint everything in colors
instead of black and white
 
A truck spits smog
a plague of people is called demonstration
the ambulance wonders which is its mission
if killing the one who still lives or to give him air
 
Of what colour is our president
green, white or red is the present
Of what colour is our president
green, white or red is the present
 
And a dog killed by betrayal
wanders the streets again now in the stomach
of all those who ate without seeing
that fine gourmet stew of the station
 
And the bark of the dead in question
becomes a scream, a curse
that our caged nose by notion
liberates the traffic that paralizes the nation
 

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Looking tilting the head

When I look tilting the head
I confuse horizontals with standing,
the handrail becomes a ladder with iron bars
with iron bars that come from a side.
 
When I look tilting the head,
I see the cars climbing,
what before was the street it became
a paved wall.
 
When I look tilting the head
I confuse horizontals with standing,
birds swim fast like fishes in the sky
that it became a lake.
 
When I look tilting the head
I confuse horizontals with standing,
the smoke of the cigar shoots out
shoots out from the tip of the cigar.
 
We begin with turning the head 45 degrees
as if one leans over one of his shoulders,
left or right according to your preferences,
being able to use it as a pillow.
With the head reclined on the shoulder
one proceeds to open the eyes...
And you'll be looking tilting the head
 

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