(The Painter and His Muse, Mercedes Vandendorpe) you worry my skinny
not know that my fingers have
you sprouted my most beautiful lyrics. That
tumbling both have succumbed to order your embrace
just only your time, just your kisses.
do you worry when the wind whipping us
charges at the same time and see,
we stand ...
sad Do not let me through this October
timid leaning spring
you know, one of these close this Pandora's box and after the verses
not be stripped more than your face and mine
fragmented and inflated memories of verses ...
We lose some time on our streets to keep spinning
between spells this story unleashed
this trovar of greedy impulses that we have become.
Grieve not my sun
not feel empty, you see,
any day I can write to you with the usual intensity.
is true that life now weighs a little more than usual
you crave a warm body
much as I wish these muses declaims
and I are in sections, so elusive.
You know I'm still not convinced much of your music
invading my senses
walking disturbs me that love to lavish
and how few times I have felt ... Come
kiss you
curled in my lap while I sing the song without the habit
corrupted me. And violent
emerging from my city to yours
and I have to say without fear
no more kisses
that I will cherish.
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