вторник, 20 января 2015
12:10

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be bad, be mine.
i have been with so many people, lover.
i could not count and surely remember names.
but probably for the first time in my longest life.
i do not want to go somewhere else, just cause
you are here, with me. and it makes me complete.

if they ask again, why you are better than anyone.
that is.

soy adicto a tu sexo.

mi loco amante
me haces bien.

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четверг, 08 января 2015
09:35

.estar lleno de recuerdos..

be bad, be mine.
Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.

Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.

Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas

y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo
buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe.
(c)

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08:47

~quod tu es, ego fui, quod ego sum, tu eris.

be bad, be mine.
the 27th year has started, eventually.
i spent the beginning of it with the bottle of Freixenet and my phone.
counting the numbers down loudly with my favorite demon of them all.

this year is going to be awesome and i know it. for sure.
after all the years and names begone, i start to think that.
maybe, all the abyss, nihilation and cracking to the lines
was actually worth that something, that we came to achieve.

maybe, that is what you rethink again when being asked if
you do want to spend a couple of eternities with someone.
well, i do.

tu eres el mal, que quiero.

i made the point about giving yourself away earlier.
but if you are honestly onto it, that is always a half-half.
you sell something, but definitely receive something back.

speaking about my current (longed?) wish for Spanish.
i do not honestly know, where it originally came from.
but of all the languages of the world that is the only one,
which truly fits me, probably. the only one, that deepest
dark passion made killing wish is being born from beneath.

i speak five languages. almost perfectly good at all of them.
but with Spain i have so many disconnected little memories.
i used to play with pink magnolias there, being five and all curly.
i used to ride high mountains and old bridges, hiding in between.
half of my dears run it on me every time, i used to wake up..
watching Antonio Banderas movies, scratching my fingers over
that tattoo with the sun and old darkest spells cast all over it.

i wanted to have the same one too, back then.
but i loved spa too much and it was prohibited.)

but i do not know.
maybe, it is all Neruda.

but here in downtown we speak Spanish as breath.
...

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

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среда, 24 декабря 2014
15:57

~all about Eve.

be bad, be mine.
oh my friend you haven't changed.
you're looking rough and living strange.

it all comes back to me now. and i recall again.
not those are daring, who come when you call.
but those, who do when you ask them not to.
who do look back at you to check if you are holding.
those would definitely hold your gates when it is time.

this was a good year, filled with the different scents.
pomegranate candles, lavender bath essence, orange
ginger tea and my favorite cranberry addiction from Dior.

i earned this year so much money, i could not count.
i spent much as twice. bought almost all my favorites.

have been stuck behind a truck of long boring relationships.
fall in love after a thousand years all over my head and lines.
broke the distance, waged a war and filled my heart with revenge.
have become more cruel, easy to wreck alongside the one breath.
accepted how to be calm again and dwell, merge into someone.
let myself blend with him. completely.

rotting to the core, flaming out from one side to another.
tasting mind, tasting sex, tasting all the games to clear.

but it is Christmas Eve.
and today i am full with joy and happiness. it is warm.

tender the Night.

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четверг, 18 декабря 2014
14:21

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be bad, be mine.
when i was seventeen i thought that i had broken my heart forever.
that if you love someone dearly, it is so impossible for you to part.
(i parted, though?)

but it makes no sense (said someone) if your next partner is worse,
than your last. it makes only a point that you can not graduate and.
mature. move forward. achieve. develop.

now i look 7 years back than.
who told you, my friend.
that you are the best lover ever seen?

they say, i lack heart these days.
but, these days are out of reach so much too.

meaning,
he is so insolent, smart and daring.

why would i broke my heart for a someone who is not?

but we were together since the original resolution.
so probably, everything else just coming in-between.
hm.

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14:07

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be bad, be mine.
when you sleep with someone, you definitely give them a part of your soul.
mine is honestly shredded and left on shelves, but it makes me smile sometimes.
because in return i used to take something for remedy, words, music, things, names.
but as much as i am a material base, i would always wanted it to be things, sketches.

that is why my mansion is full of memories on shelves.
i love to revive them sometimes. when alone, in-through.

again, i thought that i would never love someone.
but i do.

that is funny, how you throw your heart out to decide
which ribbon will better do for a green present box.)
...
winter is the colder, the warmer the hearts are.
that is why these evenings, nights and sunrises are so dear.

it could be cinnamon, ginger, chai.
it could be rose, lavender, camomile.

but. still it's good to be in love with someone
when you've always had to be with no one.

by the way.
you know (do not know?) that i used to breath with the Libertines.
one of my old and long gone buddy taught me it through the veins.

i am glad, they did it again. i wish could go.
but i hate England. w

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13:46

~心に火をー。

be bad, be mine.
wanna go Barcelona, Granada and Seville next year for sure.

already, four years have not been abroad.
20 countries gone, so much to continue.

craving. leaning. longing.

list to reconcile:

bold are the ones, i would go again anytime.)

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06:29

~making love out of nothing at all.

be bad, be mine.
and i know just where to touch you,
and i know just what to prove;
i know when to pull you closer,
and i know when to let you loose.
(c) Air Supply.

they ask me, they hope that deathly.
if i ever get tired of your ways and you.
and every time i would not cease to repeat.
no.

because you know me as much as i do.
because you know all the curves, ropes and edges.
at times better, than i do.

since we met, i never cried even once. never failed.
reached a lot, climbed so many hills and mountains.
waged over the seas and all the wars seem to be so easy.
to win, to catch, to resemble.

you make me want something.
you are so much drugging my blood.
i almost forgot how good it feels to rely on somebody.

and if i were to put now the best advantage of 26 year.
i say, you. lover.

you made me strong, calmed and self-assured. just like that.
no one could do the same for another couple hundred years.

you can go any ways you want to.
just please, always come back home to me.)

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суббота, 13 декабря 2014
17:07

~cat`s craddle.

be bad, be mine.
13.12.2014 в 10:25
Пишет  Diary best:

Внимание, конкурс!
Всем привет! :cat:

Меня зовут  Flash, и я переводчик художественной литературы. Недавно в издательстве "Mainstream" вышли две необычные книги в моем переводе - красочные фотоальбомы со стихами от имени кошек и собак. В честь Нового года я хочу сделать подарок всем любителям усатых-полосатых и разыграть на Diary.ru свои авторские экземпляры.

Чтобы поучаствовать в лотерее, нужно:
1) сделать репост этой записи, ничего не вырезая и не убирая под кат (запись должна быть открыта  Flash);
2) оставить в комментариях в Дайри-бесте ссылку на свой репост;
3) получить порядковый номер.

Все! Через неделю, 20 декабря, генератор случайных чисел выберет пятерых (!) счастливчиков, к которым отправятся подарочные комплекты из двух книг Франческо Маркьюлиано и "хвостатой" закладки, тоже сделанной моими руками. Пересылка в любую точку мира - за мой счет. :)
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среда, 10 декабря 2014
08:45

~26 octobre.

be bad, be mine.
just think of it as a little allowance from me.

there are so many different kinds of love,
my distorted and detached heart could feel.

at times, it seems as if
you are as much as an elder brother to me.

you, who erases perfectly.

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суббота, 06 декабря 2014
14:01

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be bad, be mine.
the ocean of love.

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вторник, 02 декабря 2014
13:14

~before the Xmas lights go out.

be bad, be mine.
and then there is the day comes, when.
they tell you that is it okay to put your name
in the line where they ask you to fill in who is
the owner of the household.

i do not know, but a lot has changed since.
i know how i escalated from sharp to mean.
i know that these days i prefer to choose.
closed resorts instead of open spaces, double
the price if gives me just a little comfort of privacy.

i do not like human beings.
i have to work with them every day.

though, jumping all the levels to eternity.
collecting all the crowns along the run.
i just want to be loved by someone who sees me through.

not because of the power i gained.
not because of the crown i now own.
not because of the one i can give away.

because of me.
distorted, morbid, twisted, moody, needy me.
so i could forget all the things that i can see.

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10:39

~instantly flawed.

be bad, be mine.
what could be ever better through the holidays,
than a sex with the guy, you are so madly in love with.
under the bottle of the best Bacardi that you could find.

and look, the sun is burning out brighter.
when you see him off, cuddling yourself in bed all day.
eating leftovers of margarita and watching GA 10th again.

they say, i am impossibly cruel.
but actually, my guts are so simple.
amalgamation?

they also say (shout?) that this romance is overdosed.
which certainly makes me out the rails and non-rational.
but see, even if i am hooked, that totally feels as fitting.
...
nah, p on my keyboard is dead, so i try to run words out of it.)

and i am going to cook now and build a Xmas tree.
sex&rum love works wonders.

gotta get my coats outta the cleaning too.

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понедельник, 01 декабря 2014
14:17

~at the bar where we both etched our names.

be bad, be mine.
they say, we are madly in love..
and that makes us even more beautiful.
i think at times, that there are so many.
lines, angles, fireflies in you that i won`t.
would never want to pass through and forgive.

and then i recall.
yeah, you are me.
we are deadly alike.

and i hate it so much sometimes.
i wish i could stab you in the heart.
again.

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01:40

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be bad, be mine.
i love how that thing we have, make us clumsy.)
when in all this distorted, morbid, twisted romance
we could find the angles, where the the hands of time
are never to move again.

when i look at you and drop my book.
when you do that, too.

December is the right time for us.
lavender baths, Christmas malls, lights.
crowd saying, that we are so soulmates.

lover,
you took me soon.

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среда, 26 ноября 2014
16:39

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be bad, be mine.
at times i can not stop thinking, lover.
that summer morning, if we had never met.
if you had never called my name again,
covering it with the unknown new story.

would i failed for your sick twisted smile still?
would i found that it is you, lying next to me?
would i loved you again?

it is scary to know the truth.
it is breathtaking to know still.
that if i took the second turn instead,
we had never happened to merge, too.

they say, destined?
hell, all my right side army is cursing you.
but i do not give the same hell about that.

just because i know well, it is not predicted.
i chose you above all of them that have gone.
you stole me again.

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четверг, 20 ноября 2014
07:40

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be bad, be mine.
we were not together last Christmas, but this year we will.
i would prefer it to be Nagoya, but at least there is always
cake, candles and rose sparkling Freixenet.

once again, the curtains fall.
...
about the choices.
my black heart is so prejudiced against definite international brands.
that i want to cry every time that i pass through the streets so much./

Gap.
Vivienne Westwood.
Michael Kors.
Chanel (sadly, yes).
Luis V.
Tommy Hilfiger.
Zara.
Ugg.
Iphone.

the list goes extensive.

would prefer to order my adorable ISL from far Thailand.
than buy the same matt color from miss N.5. whatever.
well, that is why i aimed to write a sсript about choices back then.
we all differ, and i somehow love that i made myself into this way.

i adore HW fur, Dior, ISL and Body Shop Cranberry series.
someone at HW place winked at me a couple of times, though. ww.
anything else?

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07:22

~constantly, one of a kind.

be bad, be mine.
very often you do crave for something.
but getting that longed thing in your hands once -
and you become fearless, captive and out of control.
i love in you, this. this very line, where you always..
keep pushing, giving out little heart attacks and fights.

maybe, once we were younger. i was younger.
and i definitely needed that personal hell of mine to proceed.
that is not sad at all that we did not make it work before, lover.
because this time we could, leaving behind all the years and.

now you say that you have loved me all along. you won that too.
you won me. and you are that very person, i can rely on if again,
there is another war i can be at least assured that we are on the
same side. no matter, what bloodshed, crawls and nights come along.

i love your ambitions, that you never give up on your intentions.
that line, where you say that you would not lose (me). would not fail (me).

we are very much alike.
and sometimes it comes into the face like a shattered glass.

but.
you lead me to the way, where i know how to be calm again.

but.
all the lovers, that have gone before can not compare. to. you.

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четверг, 13 ноября 2014
07:44

~R.

be bad, be mine.
you were born November.
and maybe, you are just a little bit older than myself..
but it feels as if we finally succeeded to rebuild this world.
there were so many wars and not all that we seized on to.
but here were are. there we were, together. before it all rolled.
and we are going to be standing here when it all ends. truly.

so what does matter, ever?

you taught me how to kill inside all the obstacles.
because of you i can hit harder that i intend to do.

give me love.
give me everything.

i am never going to leave your side.
keep my soul safe and i will keep the world going round.

leave it to me.

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понедельник, 10 ноября 2014
08:52

~continue.

be bad, be mine.
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attacking the borders at sight.

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