what?

now i'm angry >:(

some

algumas delicadezas deveriam permanecer quietas, sem serem tocadas nem em sonho. algumas inocencias nunca deveriam sair às ruas em busca de abrigo. algumas existências são apenas o que são. alguns amores deveriam cantar no coração. only.

#lostinindia

 



things change. all the time.

Phir le aaya dil majboor kya keeje
Raas na aaya rehna door kya keeje
Dil keh raha use maqammal kar bhi aao
Wo jo adhoori si baat baaki hai
Wo jo adhoori si yaad baaki hai
Wo jo adhoori si yaad baaki hai

Karte hain hum aaj qabool kya keeje
Ho gayi thi jo humse bhool kya keeje
Dil keh raha use mayassar kar bhi aao
Wo jo dabi si aas baaki hai
Wo jo dabi si aanch baaki hai
Wo jo dabi si aanch baaki hai
Wo jo dabi si... aanch baaki hai

Kismat ko hai yeh manzoor kya keeje
Milte rahe hum badastoor kya keeje
Dil keh raha hai use musalsal kar bhi aao
Wo jo ruki si raah baaki hai
Wo jo ruki si chaah baaki hai
Wo jo ruki si chaah baaki hai
Wo jo ruki si chaah baaki hai...

singing again

wae jakku naegeseo domangchinayo
wae jakku naegeseo meoreo jinayo
naegyeote isseojwoyo
nae soneul jabajwoyo
nal sarang handamyeon

Happy Diwali to you too :)

michige mandeureo niga

two drops were sufficed to drown the last memory, submerged cup, the last whisper, wisp breath who aspired my soul, to get rid the skin of the warm  subtle and insistent feeling of touch that left no trace but bones which refused to release your sigh even an little eternity.that's not why i cried, my tears made ​​no difference, it was the feeling that sprang from the beginning fate had already been accomplished before your first words reached me . if i am not guessing would i be happier? if you believe would have acted with more cautious hands? would be my gestures less careless? do we know? do we can?what could or not, what i should or did, what you wanted and nor, none of those means anything now because a flower did not live long, neither weed.the earth absorbs the life the yearning the despair attempts fights breathings flows phlegms sap and after that, ashes, baby, ashes.it's a losing fight from the beginning. who decides is not a mind or a heart, is the misunderstanding. it's what i tell myself when i forget that i don't have you anymore, and hopefully you appear suddenly around  any shadowy corner, as the ones that live in me. with the same sadistic smile on your face. while i try very hard to destroy any trace of you or me.
i've had an epiphany. Vino veritas.

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the feeling i'm living 

in recurrent rewind 

of true blood

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