my dreams of you always hurt
then independent he has his way
lose the need for anything else
lose three hours of every day
you send me hurtling along
into realms of unknown places
nothing untouched or wrong
your energy is depleted
it is all mine
then you regroup
give the next sign
the battle is repeated
shoots the fine-line
will I ever feel the rush
of the gentle sea
will you ever be able
to make love to me…
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Some words are too difficult for me to translate let alone understand the poetic undertone, I am sure it is all right.
But then again, hey
It is none of my business what the two of you hurtle along,
as long as you enjoy yourselves
killea: thank you Dora
Ik lees je voorzichtig
killea: thank you Willy
in every dreamhouse there's a heartache June...
killea: so true lief, so very true
I'm out of bullets...
killea: got a baseball bat? That'll do, Jan love - but you must choose
What a strong emotion of worn out patience.
killea: indeed, Mau says 'making love' is for sissys!:)
zit nog te broeden op een gepaste feed, maar er schiet me niks te binnen :-)
killea: don't believe that for a second, Tessy :)