Cold is the angel skin

Cold is the angel skin not my own one
shivers itself when I fell you neighbour
Cold is the angel and he knows the truth
I know you are my truth: that me burns

Thursday, 22th March 2012

When you touch me

When you touch me my skin cries and deeply
understand I am not like an angel
nor the strong ice rock which me hide always
during my daylight life men like done

Wednesday, 14 March 2012