Eva - Breaking the bans of Indigo

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O WOMAN, Keeper of dreams…!I am lured by the madness of sadness And under your touch of the veil, I will Bow before the caress of silk shackles..

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Breaking the bans of Indigo

Eva

© Eva, 2020

ISBN 978-5-4498-7550-1

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Oh, woman keeper of dream!

About WOMAN, keeper of the dream..!

I’m beckoned by the madness of sadness

And under your veil,

I’ll bow to the weasel of the silk shackles.

Wanting life? Ready to give it away..!

In the name of the blazing heart,

And if you’re going to sell your soul,

I’ll give my soul just for a moment. Bliss.!

And you’re saying, “What about it without HER?

And LIFE IS TO THE WORLD OF THE WORLD OF YADOM…

I’ll tell you, I’m all lies!

I’M POISON, THEN WHEN YOU’RE NOT AROUND!

My fig tree.

Wait, I guess I’m drunk today.

I’ll have your lips open with mint.

And silk to the point of insanity is desired,

Your hair, in the color of a pointy sunset.

Freeze and stand!.. let the birds shut up,

The heat of the sun will calm down I am fascinated…

No! I’m re-crucified by you,

Traces of scarlet are forever bewitched.

My Fig Tree, every gesture

In your captivity and captivity I wish

You, under your “arrest-wedding cross”

I doom my body and love!

Flamenco fight.

You’re on fire dancing “flamenco”

Balancing in thin faces.

And fake your record.

A gentle squeak of the subcutaneous wound.

Senorita, please be quiet!

Your pace is elusive,

Slowly takes away the roof

Exhale, smoother back!

I love the eroticism of dance,

This intimacy is in one touch.

You’re not giving me a chance.

Absorbing absinthe desires.

Give in, not a white dance,

My burning paranoia.

Exposing the prop of gloss,

Be my eternal war!

I’m not going to give up without a fight,

To die only in rhythm with you!

In the nudity of a hot night

Adored by mine, Tsunami.

post scriptum: Dance, it’s war.

You’re smoking me slowly.

You smoke me slowly, I give myself heroin on my lips,

Devils dotted from thin lines on a damp body.

I want to be extremely, internally rude today,

Conquer the turns of your – my mayhem.

I want to enjoy the movement of the crushed flesh,

To penetrate, to dissolve to the edge of the bottom.

To bring to the limit and feel the body on a platoon,

A loud volley – a sip to drain your cup of wine.

Intercepted throat, scorching, hot desire

The veins are cut and tied with a tight knot.

I immerse in the madness with a velvet, gentle touch

And breaking down the bans, indigo… I’m going for a break!

You called me My Dear Gette!

You called me, “My dear Gette!”

In German, relishing the rhymes on the flight.

I don’t care where you live.

You won’t come, but you’ll understand.

My woman, are you afraid of the sun?

You’re worthy of the hottest, Grazie”

But i’m not like it or drinks.”

I wouldn’t kiss you and others!

Drinking Cuban rum, fools will fly to Cuba.

Or to the States for paprika, chilli pepper.

Why would I want to do that? If your lips are dry,

They burn so that the heart beats in hysterics!

I wouldn’t call you beautiful at all,

Sharp prof and ridiculous-funny bangs.

Just know, without you I can’t stand it!

I’m missing, honestly!.. You’re going to hell.

This girl is “for-tamed-not-in-the-response”

This girl

“for-tamed-not-in-response”

And kissing lips

she forgets quickly,

the thin thread of her monist

will retain names

In an envelope.

Every abandoned

was marked

and we love to the pain,

to the first blood.

Only ‘chet’ for her

It’s the same ‘odd.”

And she collects

handfuls of palms

all recognition.

Everyone has arrived,

“Ofobes”

And a ticket to the station,

“Goodbye”!

Her way alone

on the other road

from the rains, the squares,

intersections, streets.

And she’s in English,

slightly slouching

not saying goodbye to them

goes into eternity.

Leaving the past on the doorstep…

Poison under the skin.

I’m going to put my sting in you.

Immobilized with poison and glued tightly with saliva.

Whatever you’ve never run away from me,

She gave herself up and fell resignedly into the abyss with me.

I’ll savor you like a slice of lemon.

Squeeze and juice in a glass dilute a strong gin.

I’ve been calculating you by your suits for a long time.

Among the thousands of eyes and insistent glances of men.

Waiting… excruciatingly cuts and moans with foreplay nerves,

I inflame the desire for prohibition and molasses melts the brain.

You’ll find out today my revelations of a,

Receiving the long-awaited by you, poisonous love” overdose”!

Like a loving executioner, making halos under beads,

It’s a velvet, gentle ivy.

You’ll get tired of screaming from the influx of countless numbers.

Irrigating a sheet under my multi-colored cloak!

A sip of love.

A sip of love! Oh no.! Take a sip!

And the lips freeze in singing.

Trembling under the fingers of a stubborn curl

And she pours to his forehead in treacherous humility.

From the half-open lips, a moan flies off,

Breaking the secrets with heather and wormwood.

A bud is bathed in the morning ross,

And the sky says Latin is with me.

Not understanding the sweet words,

You kiss the thrill of silk, chest and shoulders.

I breathe, I feel dizzy

And a quiet evening is snoot.

Soaked in the air with a gentle aroma,

I’m inocucarating with divine joy.

And I’m getting sloppy.

Whisper: “Love, I don’t need any more!”

And I’m a mile away with the lights and smells of Paris.

And I’m a mile away the lights and smells of Paris

Your fragile profile and graceful mill.

Behind the windows of Moscow, the hare breathes,

And I cherish the taste, sweet mouth.

The Breath of Love and Ravel’s Music

I’m trying to catch the bustle of the capital.

Rebellious wanderer and gentle minstrel

The fantasy stream carries me to you.

To the radiance of lovely eyes with shades of dawns,

To touch the hands of loved ones, to the curls of hair.

I’m my sensuality. You’re in my sonnets.

I will be able to bring to our garden of marvelous roses.

I’m running away from you.

I’m running from you to the contousable fogs of Paris.

And behind the glass I hide in the autumn cold rain.

I’m running away from myself, silent foreboding

Our horizon is far away, we’ll wait a little longer.

And behind the windows, summer replaces the cold cold

And lovers breathe and catch the lips drops.

I let you into my tender soul with warmth,

And I hope that one day our April will come!

Waiting for spring and wandering along the shady alleys..

I remember our garden, the quiet maple over the tired river.

I’m not sad at all and believe me i don’t regret anything.

Leaving you, I will stay with you forever.

A sonata of tenderness.

To me your tenderness,

Like a balm for wounds.

Knowing love

Attracts…

Silent understanding,

quietly promises bliss.

And I’m silent and crossing

In silence fingers.

And I freeze in the volume of joy.

I’m just a simple poet,

My poems.. Oblivion..

I pour feelings on canvases.

But they are also subject to smoldering.

When the hand can’t take the pen,

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