The crave

I crave ice cream melted by your body, 

Pouring slowly down on your cunt

It would be like nectar, drank from the cup of life

Showing me the ways of gods.

Mountains would shake, seas would flood

The world would never be the same

Reshaped, refreshed, reborn

Just like the first day of spring 

After winter's blue

Mirage

Going in for the kill

Ain't that a thill...

My eyes focused, yet

Empty, cold blooded

Feelings, i tend to hurt those

Especially if they're in others

Never had any of my own

Guess they were thrown

The mind's been my only soul

Wet, dark, it's more of a stone

Painting them, emotions scarce

Present, future, just a mirage

Love, show me how to draw it

Look, everything seems to fit

Lines, angles or even the dots

But you won't see soft spots

Wine

Too big for this world

Too small from the up above

Never in my place

Always in between,

Always out of love.

The sun is up and shining

Soul's forever dying

Always in the myst

Oh, no, I can't resist!

Put someone in my place

The sight is haunting

Let me be,

I can't feel nothing.

That love you seek,

Well, it makes me sick

So let me drink my wine

Then, forever intertwine...

We'll blame it on the wine

We'll blame it on the wine,

No, not on wrong time

I hope to write you one day,

Another one that got away.

I'd also learn to say no

Than to fuck up a bro... Still

If there's a reason that I'll learn to dance

It'll be you and me, never in that stance

Never will I name it, 

In my heart then keep it

Unless you're on you're way

Knowing that you're here to stay.

I'd love for you to spend the night

And let the sun make everything alright.

Or else, you're in the shower

Coming out wrapped in a warm towel.

Then that would be the end 

And I'll try to keep my friend

Go back to the world of madness

Don't worry, that I can harness

Both of us were at a low

And I will take the biggest blow

The wind, the cold, the snow...

You froze, but he'll never know

What is an artist?

What is an artist? Isn't he a person that writes down all the human emotions without neglecting one of them? Which one, you might ask. That is simple to answer: the one emotion an artist doesn't really experience, the one that he detaches from his art is only laughter. A writer, a painter can never really capture that drunken, blinding euphoria that laughter brings, he can never really feel or capture, not when he's creating, the others because laughter and that kind of pleasure shadows the rest, for it is normally more powerful than what he feels when he expresses the rest. One could say that laughter and joy can only extinguish the fire that other emotions like despair, lust or sadness feed. Laughing is born from mockery. How can one truly express other feelings with the depth that they require and mockery only delutes?

There are those who can make art out of mockery. They are called comedians. One might think that they limit themselves just to only one emotion or purpose. They would be wrong for the comedian has the power to make fun of anything. That is his true nature, to use everything else in a way that takes him to his greatness.

The only difference between an comendian and the rest of the creators of art is that his safe heaven is the same as the one that all mortals cherish. His way of making art, the object of his creation is widely accepted while the rest of his kind are considered outcasts for they find their refuge in the favellas of life and feelings.

Love of my life

There's a loneliness with me 

That will never go away

She takes me on the path to silence 

When my mind has something to say.

She's a jealous bitch 

Thinks she's the only one

That can keep my life rich.

I've known her for a while

Acts like she was always mine.

Every step I take, she doubles it in time

Warmest at night when, she holds you tight

There's no embrace to show me the light

She's always with me. Loyal, I must say,

But I wish she didn't lead the way

Madness

Those lips that I had once kissed

Still red, still wild and I had missed

Just a second, eyes are closed,

We're in a dark room

Nothing's covered, not even your bum