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i need a piece of your heart, one of your mind and one other piece.. shadowed by your eyelid.. your lips.. your soul.. my heart.. i felt the beat of morning..  under the ghost full sun..  under the moon ghost count of tides..  under a bridge too far..

we dream in the past my love, all our dreams are there in indexes and charts, mostly brain-powered by hunger or pure chance, tomorow it`s never here, i`m afraid.. nor ever be.. it`s like a neverending fall from the idea of life.. mi-ai lipsit azi! i`m sorry for sharing that, it might be awkward to say it is so.. but holding the thought it`s beyond my power.. caught in a daily routine of slightly mistakes, balancing the definition of ideas and soul.. revising those above it`s simply enough..  i just missed you, very much.. today..  and the day before it..  tomorow it`s never here i`m afraid how was your day, under my sun.. ?

so.. do you love me?.. not today.. no! it sould be no trick, life has no prestige.. but we'are really looking or want to be fooled? nothing is impossible afterall..