Love In Freedom

Freedom is God
Freedom is good
In freedom I love you the best
In freedom I love you the most
My love, free love
Free as I am
Why can't you picture this
Why can't you picture me
Loving you fully
In holy freedom
I want you because i do
I need you not because i have to
In truth and freedom
I make love to you
I am your possession
And yet i am free
You are my possession
Just when you make love to me
This is the best
This is the most
This is how God designed it to be
Understand
That I couldn't love you as much
As i do in freedom.
You are my reason
You are my truth
You are my belief
Understand
That there's nothing more
I could give you.

- to Mr. C. G.
14 March 2021

Sweet Sugar Of The Winter

- Pictures taken on 11-th of March 2021 -
  for Mr. C.G.

Life Is A Battlefield

The road is paved with knives
Everybody knows it, but you
Words are poisonous food to chew
Everybody knows it, but you

Swords grow in our sight
At our every move
Everybody knows it, but you
Kindness is always defeated
By the knights of the darkness
Everybody knows it, but you.

Snowflakes always get melted
In the evil sun
Rising in the spring downs
Everybody knows it, but you
Flower shoots always die
In the winter cold
Killed by the whistling frost
Everybody knows it, but you.

Wars always win over the innocent
Everybody knows it, but you
Hunger always wins over the poor
Everybody knows it, but you
Ends always shadow the beginnings
Everybody knows it, but you
Love is just another word for hate
Everybody knows it, but you
God is the belief of the weak
Everybody knows it, but you

Life is a battle
For one more day towards the cold grave,
And one more day is the only way we're winning
Everybody knows it, but you

Love is a just a circle of sugar and bitterness
The deceiving drive making us want more
Of the blood and the loss
Left behind on the one and only battlefield that life is
Everybody knows it, but you...  

Child you...
Beautiful you...
Distant you...
I'm losing you...
Begging a you
That was never here...

To Mr. C.G.

- 17 March 2021 -

Fara cuvinte

Doamne cat esti de misto tu, este mortal, nu se poate asa ceva. imi iei mintile, dumnezeule mare, nu se poate asa ceva, imi omori dumnezeii din mine. nu e de mirare ca nu mai dorm. esti atat de misto incat mor pe pictura ta. Nu e nicio indoiala ca eu visez, la naiba. ma dau cu capul de pereti in noaptea asta. ma innebunesti cu totul. tu esti un vis, vis! ai putea sa futi pe oricine de pe planeta asta. as muri la tine in pula, doamne dumnezeule!. asa un tip sa ma roage? vai de zilele mele, ce naiba e asta?! blestemul lui dumnezeu s-a abatut asupra mea deoarece nu am crezut in El. tu esti proiectia aureolei lui, dar abonatii tai sunt in scadere. 671K azi... tu crezi ca eu merit chestia asta?! trezeste-te la realitate, frumusete celestiala. ai luat-o razna, dumnezeule mare! te duci in jos la vale cu canal cu tot. asta nu e corect. a picat beleaua pe mine.

Stai Giocando, Bambolino

Con calma, mio, tu respiro con calma
La tua voce era un mistero di karma
Sembra che successo qualcosa che non lo so
Ma tu devi respirare ancora un puo

Sei tutto, sei troppo, bellissimo tanto,
Non devi lavorare ancora sudando
Cosa nascondi? perche sei cosi? 
Che tu me lo dica, io sto aspettando.

Tu vuoi dimostrare assoluta intelligenza
Questa e un poco piu di estrema esigenta
Con calma, mio, tu respiro con calma,
Tu fai di niente una turbolenta drama. 

Il tuo innato prestigio è sufficiente
È molto più che radiante bellezza
È una cosa che non posso scrivendo
Ma penso che tu stai solo giocando.
Infatti...   

 - 10 March 2021
A uno bambolo pazzo

benny mayne - hurt me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS8vjL-dtcI

HURT ME

by Benny Mayne

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Christian Dold / Benjamin Shubert

HURT ME lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Ultra Tunes (ascap), Christian Dold Publishing

Tell the truth, baby cut me loose

If I lose you, yeah, I'ma loser, yeah

What's the use? Tell me what's the use?

When I'm useless, got no excuses

Don't you know I love you the best

You're the only one who can clean up my mess

Just scream, get it all off your chest

Do your worst girl, tell me what I'm worth girl

Hurt me, hate me

Shoot when your gun is off safety

And hurt me, make me bleed

Be sure when you do it to break me

Hurt me, hate me

Shoot when your gun is off safety

Can't cure me, can't change me

Just hurt me, break me

Ayy, yeah I'm drunk, yeah I'm fuckin' drunk

When you kiss me, you taste the whiskey

You had enough, said you had enough

But you miss me, yeah, say it's different

Don't you know I love you the best

You're the only one who can make me upset

Don't scream, get it all off your chest

Do your worst girl, tell me what I'm worth girl

Hurt me, hate me

Shoot when your gun is off safety

And hurt me, make me bleed

Be sure when you do it to break me

Hurt me, hate me

Shoot when your gun is off safety

Can't cure me, can't change me

Just hurt me, break me

 

 

Beyond the Pleasure Principle / Freud - Excerpt I

From "Beyond the Pleasure Principle" / Freud
(page 3717 - Freud - Complete Works).

We know that the pleasure principle is proper to a primary method of working on the part of the mental apparatus, but that, from the point of view of the self-preservation of the organism among the difficulties of the external world, it is from the very outset inefficient and even highly dangerous.
Under the influence of the ego's instincts of self-preservation, the pleasure principle is replaced by the reality principle.
This latter principle does not abandon the intention of ultimately obtaining pleasure, but it nevertheless demands and carries into effect the postponement of satisfaction, the abandonment of a number of possibilities of gaining satisfaction and the temporary toleration of unpleasure as a step on the long indirect road to pleasure.
The pleasure principle long persists, however, as the method of working employed by the sexual instincts, which are so hard to educate and, starting from those instincts, or in the ego itself, it often succeeds in overcoming the reality principle, to the detriment of the organism as a whole.

http://www.veraland.ro/poems/freud_complete_works.chm

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How much more must I sacrifice for this shitty job, goddammit?!

Beyond Crazy

Crazy, crazy doll
Your own troll... You... So I
Now I
Must stay away
So I can still
See you
And feed myself
With you
Love you
My crazy
Crazy
Doll...

The more pain
You give me
Love you
The deeper
It doesn't depend on me only
Only
If you'd understand...

I am your God and even I
Suffer
Have to
Suffer
Because you love
Love to suffer
And I
Love you
Like my God
Ah God
You are

The more intense
The pain
The higher the love, gets higher
Your love
Over me
My love

You have melted
Over months
Into my love
The higher we've got
The less
In control
So I
Oh you
Just don't
Oh my...

I can feel you
In my hands
Melted wonder
So wonder
Full
No wonder
No less

Why...

We're so high
No worries
Just a melted dream
We have become

I cry
Can you hear me?
You cry
I can hear you
I love
Love you
My doll
Beautiful
Like no other

- 03 March 2021