Tuesday, December 21, 2021

A soft speech from Janina Barabas to me

 



- Not gloomy I am...

- Inside your pen...

- Delighted to see...

- Where you'll take me...

- Silence does endure...

- Morning air's pure...

- Let's dance...

- No trance...

- From window to door...

- Paganism is by the floor...

- Noticed thy chemise... 

- At ease...

- Being Portuguese... 

- Castle's asleep...

- Moving us real deep...

- Wolves eyes... 

- Are 69 sighs...




- No human glance... 

- Sudden romance...

- Nosferatu dwells...

- In Transylvania's spells...

- Like Red Riding Hood...

- Felt in the mood...

- Open I your heart...

- Peel a start...

- Not playing a part...



- You tell me:

"Poets gather humility for free"

- Don't know what to think...

- Being lost in thy ink...

- Ripped I pages from a book...

- With my look...




- Didn't forgot...

- Thy sailor's knot...

- Body did move...

- If only I could...

- Notice by you sand...

- Touch it with my left hand...

- Nephilim did grab some path...

- Simple melody...

- Light ain't dark...




- Our everlasting sea...

- From Aeon to Aeon...

- At home...

- Inside Russia's mother... 

- Walk we further...

- Thin White Duke sang...

- Nathan Adler's bang...

- Pessoa disquiet was...

- By the early bus...

- Mother nature does bring...

- A stunning scene...




- By the Red Square...

- Lay myself bare...

- Not inside a show...

- But at Moscow...

- Footstep upon footstep...

- Visioning a second's gap...

- Inside our mind...

- We're kind...

- Crowley did told...

- That Talilah is gold... 

- Mirror's inside a tree...

- Humming at you and me...




- Xmas' winter bird..

- Carries no sword...

- Water by my face...

- Inside our eternal gaze...

- Tell you this:

"Let's count till 6"

- Body's suddenly awoke...

- No joke...

- Horsemen four...

- Wanted more...

- Pirates swept aside...

- Knifes at their mouths with pride...

- Like Khan's sons...

- Carrying no guns...

- Wore thy t-shirt...

- Faith was giving birth...

- By the church shadow's gone...

- My blonde hair was alone...




- Kiss I the sky...

- Our fangs do sigh...

- Bela Lugosi's in Hungary...

- No jeopardy...

- His chubby cheeks...

- At undead's peaks...

- Time to blame...

- Human game...

- Sharing with you bread...

- Letting Ourobouros' skin shed...





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