Lovely love.

It's feels disgusting.
Just.

Don't eat.

Fuck u

Fuck u

Fuck u!

It's your choice.

Everything is your choice.

Wake up.

And you still persuade to make suicide.

But, fuck

Just love me

Even if it's only for one night.

So don't fuck me

It feels so lovely ,

your love

But i don't want it

Anymore.

No,

no more.

I'm not hungry anymore.

Not from your fuckin love!

You born for love ,oh please die for love!

What of a tragedy.

Is a life of a Montague.

My lover,oh my lover

Send me light

Send me power

Good night,

good night Capulet.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow,

that's I shall say good night till it be tomorrow.

Lover ,oh my lover.

I'll die for you.

Please don't leave me.

With my gloom,

I'll send all my affection to you.

I was born to be loved,

and also to love.

I was born to die.

Die in love with you,tonight.

(Lais-Adelita Herrmann)

born to be wild.

Watch me burn

I am too hot now.

I don't know where I come from

I've no idea where I've to go now.

No lights.

No more.

You don't like my attitude.

Sorry for blaming you.

It's so confused.

I'm too dangerous now.

My sin are fading in the wind.

My soul is missed.

Oh goshhhh...

Stupid birth!

Monstrosity mistake.

by Adelita Suicida (like ALL POSTS BEFORE =D)

Intellectual impotence,

Between the explosion of sex hormones,

and a literature book about homophobia and arts.

I read my minds with no words.

I write a poem without my voice.

I draw a picture with no paint-brush.

I dream a dream without a life.

I take a picture with no landscape.

I try to be myself without scare

Impotence intellectual is killing our world.
Don't be afraid!

Express yourself!

Manifest your youthful,dreamer and adventurer spirit!

Be an intellectual young person,

Read more,

write more.

Buy new books,

Literature is not a word.

Literature is in YOU!

life is an art ,or

Go

go,go,go ahead.

Thats what my father said to me.

In a dream ,about four years ago.

Stay

I said ... stay alive!

And,

and what about the melancholy?

This pressure in my life?

What i've to do ,when all humanity

say you have to prolong your life?

Trick the future or only destiny?

I don't know ,i'll never know.

I am just doing my job here.

And going ahead.

Again,

and again.

(tip to read : HOWL by Allen Ginsberg =D )

Smoking refugee.

Probaly i'll never see you again.

Whatever ,i'll never stop buy my tobacco.

I burn my finger with the ashes.

But I know i'll never see anymore

I can spend days,

maybe yours

To think about that night.

In a bar.

I only see the cigarette smoke in your eyes

And you can't see it.

You are blind

Full of ashes.

Your heart is full

Of hate

Your life is dying.

But I'll never see you again.

Sorry to be not there.

I just want a cigarette now.

And run away.

The way you move is a mistery

Shake your ass

And show me what you've got!

You're dancing next to me

You're fascinating me

You're hallucinating me.

I'm going crazy with your hips.

I'm getting in love with your hair.

I'm getting a little addicted to you.

Move your arms,

show me your art.

To seduce someone.

With no heart,

who can't dance.

Mon amour is only yours.

Ma danse ,I dance alone.

I like to see you moving.

And you.

You hate me to see me seducing!