REQUIEM FOR A DREAM

A day ago me and a friend Jean Paul Saratre (http://www.esotericblogs.blogspot.com) were having a chat on ilu themes and he came up with the idea of "Angry Aliens" and to add to that I came up with the background music of "Requiem for a tower". Shhhh .... the vigilance team is here. But I speak esoteric. Create something, create some art, create the hypocrite bubble gum and blow it to convey what you want to say even to the lowest number of people who have the normal inability. From the "Doom's Day Machine" to the fading dream of the girl waiting for you on the culvert of the shouting sea every little thought composed in music - can i dare to create an impression?

Freewill is a bitch.

For the Fans of Requiem For A Dream ---

For the Fans of Requiem For A Dream ---

Arts bludgeoned, clubbed, the sake of none;

Gone with the wind and the wind is gone,

Intake as a record break; I weigh a ton;

Violins, guitars, piano and another moron.

He who looked at me made me insane;

My breasts craving: Our dear Men,

I am a beautiful young lady since then;

“Grab my breasts” and laughs the ANGRY ALIEN.

Hysteric and anger – another ironical pact,

Not psychosis but obsession is the present fact,

Cheerful as always ambidextrous hands at tact,

Nothing but just love and its physical act.

Don’t care for me, don’t soothe me and don’t ever –

I am not the one capable of but you could never;

Alienated and violated the violent but whatever;

Glue your body with me and we will shiver.

The alien is still angry although he rapes me;

Not a Casanova but Ueuecoyotl; brown and burly is he,

More than orgasm when he smokes above my knee –

Every time I smell him and I become free.

My lips dwelling and my curves are his desire;

I like my lover but the alien has his affair.

He pushes against my knees and keeps the stare;

Seditious against him to become – never I dare.

Frantic revolutions and Requiem For A Dream;

The alien is angry and my god and I am his lick-cream.

He is always angry – I don’t want to know the supreme,

Doing wrong for the right – it is not a perfect regime.