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Music for the senses.

Will my music make you move, will you dance with me?
Will you embrace me with you tender senses, and follow my lead.
I listen to this music, you are by my side and your lips are moving, are your lips moving to the music, or are they whispering to me?
Please, talk to my senses, talk to my heart they're the ones needing, I've got you here right by my side, were I can look at you, and touch you, enjoy all your beauty and all your curves, were I can reach and kiss you, smell you, Ho, I love the way you smell, the way your odor turns all the alarms on me, the ones that warn me to the dangers you bring, but I love it, I love you, so who cares about warnings?? Drive me to all those dangers, make me invulnerable to them, by passing me to through them. Sing me those lullabies, the way you do, sing yourself to my senses.

You are music to my senses.

Todas as coisas.

Lembro-me de todas as coisas. Até de pormenores que não me esqueci.
As imagens passam pela minha cabeça e imagino o que seria sem elas.
Gosto de te ter aqui, para conseguir por-las de lado, descansar a cabeça, assim,
no teu ombro, suave, carregado de carinho e infortúnios, fazer correr os meus lábios,
sedentos desse carinho, quero voltar a querer-te como sempre te quis, ter-te ao meu lado,
e sentir-me inundado por ti, perder o fôlego, até que te deixes inundar por mim.
Ficar assim, a tocar todas as coisas, que contigo ainda não vivi.
Quero que tu vivas também para mim, da mesma maneira que te quero a ti.

Quero-te na minha vida, como todas as coisas, que ainda não vi.

think

Working, working my mind to imagine what you're doing right now.
Trying to feel your moves, you body position, where you at.
Thinking, if you're thinking about me or just ignoring me
Like you pretended to do, every time I was around.

I need you, I need you to call for me, to let me enter you world.
A world I imagine to be beautifull, but still a secret to me.
Right now, a small wisper from your lips would blow my mind.
But it's silent, I can still wait, for the next morning.
When I get that wisper writen on a wall of light,
Through that long binary way, that got me close to you.
Again.

Ride.

One brain, two weels, hundred and sixty three horses and a lot o road ahead.

Do I feel free? Of course I do, squeeze here push there, set to motion, think of a good destiny, feel the need, the need for speed.

great rides will come, I wear my helmet.

Old things to florish new.

You know when old things you think you lost, happen to bump on you or call you?
You see it in a brand new way, you revive all the emotions, once, you expected to live.
And when it does, it's like a brand new way of living life, it's like a fantastic mistery you wanted to find out, but never had the chance, opens up to you.
What do you do? Will you not embrace, all the sweat things you imagine it to have? Won't you bathe in it's scence?
Can you deny yourself this sweat, like a well beahaved child who's parents told not to accept sweats from strangers?

NO, I'll give myself to it, I'll attach myself to it with all my strenght, and give myself to the dream of having all these pleasures.
I'm trying to revive the sentiment, and will enjoy it to the rest of my life if it can be done.

Love your candy boxS.