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The storm is coming,
and the fisherman  from
the house by  lighthouse,
the
oldest one on the rocks in the sea.
Is lonely…lonely,
like his boat against the waves,
Splash, splash…
and the old fisherman
continues on his house, the lighthouse.
Where only the fire warms  this gray day,
and the old fisherman is going to travel and face the sea,
alone.
-d.a
I feel like a flower,
But with flesh and bones instead of petals.
I feel delicate and fragile.
Just like them…
-d.a
Him
In your own impulse,
Open the bottle.
Put his breath inside,
Close it.
Put the bottle on your chest,
and sleep...
-d.a
just sleep & think how warm he is…
A beautiful city
when love remains,
a bunch of terrorist
scared that lovely place.
Innocent people died on November 13th
million of people crying for the lost.
The world is so cruel for this poor souls,
and now that lightly city with beautiful colours,
is now city for pray a lot.
When I see human but i don't see humanity let's stop the war between people.
i still shake & i don't believe what happend on November 13th.
Sadly Paris is now a black place cuz the lights of  Eiffel Tower lost the faith.
Now the city of love is covered with cold… oh sad Paris be strong.
#prayforparis

- d.a
I just made the impossible that is keep me alive every week
Because breathe some times  don't make sense.
I just want disappear
I just want be alone cuz
the only thing that make me feel better
is cry on my bed                                                              ­                          
The darkness is just more clear now,
this pain really need to go to other body.
My soul is lost on my deep memories.
Only my dreams know this place,
is a dark place with nothing but don't worry...
Even in the lost deep memories
with a lonely soul you find a nice live girl,
with a pretty smile.
She don't deserve suffer.
She just deseve  to love...
love  a time love.

- d.a
I like the fog during the night
To smell the ice cold and feel the cold
To see that white cloud between my skin
Tangling my brown hair
I like to smell the fog and how he makes a sinister air
To look and feel that breeze covering the old trees and autumm leaves
I like the fog and to feel the cold entering my troat
To say that it reminds me of winter
I like the contrast between the foggy white and the city's light
But I love the scent of fog

- d.a
she has
white lips and pale face
she is drown in the sea
without no faith
she is a mermaind
lost in a dark ocean
living a life
without passion
- d.a

— The End —