Husband Made To Wear Girdle

stay or to leave, may be ...

Suddenly, they intervene nasty An intrusion
imagine if you find yourself in the '
' What will your life now after '
does not oscillate between happiness and serenity risky
acquired without due
And calmly weigh the merits of thy reasoning

Suddenly a vision emerges

Suddenly the parameters change
That may be me who did it on purpose
miss the last step
Stay on this wharf was strangely quiet
Who calmed
During a moment
Playing this surprise
What can cause sudden unexpected invitation

springs illumination An unlikely scenario

Unveiled time of hesitation
Appears a purpose other than
blinded previously unaware

The life I'm bland soulless
Put on new clothes and flamboyant
Who was there yet
It would have been sufficient
a moment for a pause in the excitement of the moment

I deliberately missed the march certainly
I deliberately did not follow the change
Why
Will I one day answer to this issue?
For now I
real faith in my intuition

Enough Time clarify that the time lines
And make me see clearly that I am right
deep belief in this little voice
If it is low
It intervenes at the right moment

Port Royale Game Save

over coffee

I drink this bitter coffee and I remember
The stories we told about our
getaways around
Our trips planned, perhaps, one day

I drink this bitter coffee and I thought
From what I missed in m 'away from the nest
And what could have been my life
the probable happiness that I deny this

I drink bitter coffee and I look
Skip nearby I see those who persist
fly those resisting
Those who believe and do not care
Those who refuse to change course
Who eliminate any moment of doubt

I drink this coffee and I feel veiled
The fragrant aroma of that distant land
The crowd, rhythm, dance hands
Life, drunkenness, dreams worldly

I look at the bottom of my cup and I guess
That at the mercy of chance, your destiny is written
Between the lines I try to watch a sign
Maybe somewhere there is written my way
In search of any witness may be nothing
also just false hope
On any beautiful day

Why Is It That My Face Is Uneven?

Dreaming of you.

And I began to dream of you, your eyes
sweet words that reached me fuzzy
as bewitched by Voodoo.

And I began to dream of you, our glances furtively
exchanged, stolen, these discrete
hide and seek invented
of what may be a link imagined, invented us.

And I began to dream of you, your
shy smile, courtesy of this acquired fluid
your words, your gestures docile, quiet.

And I saw what I thought lost
I open my eyes on what I thought broken, I still think
, who had believed.

And I began to see what suited me, to imagine
stolen moments, I fashioned a
happiness that suited me,
not sure it will suit you,
but as I am still alive in my dream,
everything should be perfect.