I see people without work; they smoke, they drink coffee and tea.
They don't have hearts; they were born without them; they never had a chance at one.
They have the most beautiful, respectful manners and hospitality, but they are covered by car exhaust and dust. They can become whatever they want, but they don't know how; they lack a leader.
They are beautiful and clean, like the children they produce, beaming smiles capable of destroying the most evil person with just one glance; they are the purest and happiest in the world - I feel them with my heart, my eyes as a guide. They squeeze my heart like an orange, and produce the sweetest juice i am capable of; they are truly deserving.
I empathize with them, though they don't know it; they see no need for empathy. They are unknowingly humble, unknowingly proud.
I am not afraid of them. They are afraid of what my appearance contains, old stories of occupation, ignorance; my appearance deceives them well. They only seek opportunity, and for that I cannot blame them.
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These buildings are huge
and the mothers look tired
the buildings look lifeless
and the mothers expired
The skin colors vary
but peope aren't weary
they all live together
and the children are beautiful
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I watch the sea blossom. Every wave that hits the concrete reminds me of an angry child, frustrated but inable to inflict actual damage. At least the waves are unified in one thing: their direction.
I'm envious of how collected they are, always sharing and working together, like a family pre-hippie revolution. They are truly like a woman I would want to marry: beautiful but modest, strong, inviting, constant, patient, charming, infinitely entertaining, and above all else, extremely passionate.
I'm not used to the sea, it's new to me. I grew up five to six hours away from the coast and rarely ever saw it. But now that I know her, I could never leave her. She is the only thing that makes this city worth anything; she is a beautifying light that casts out half of the ugly darkness this place contains.
It blossoms like nothing else in the world. It busts, then recollects, then busts again. Most people believe the wind carries the ocean, but it's actually the opposite. I want to be lost and suspended somewhere in the middle.
They don't have hearts; they were born without them; they never had a chance at one.
They have the most beautiful, respectful manners and hospitality, but they are covered by car exhaust and dust. They can become whatever they want, but they don't know how; they lack a leader.
They are beautiful and clean, like the children they produce, beaming smiles capable of destroying the most evil person with just one glance; they are the purest and happiest in the world - I feel them with my heart, my eyes as a guide. They squeeze my heart like an orange, and produce the sweetest juice i am capable of; they are truly deserving.
I empathize with them, though they don't know it; they see no need for empathy. They are unknowingly humble, unknowingly proud.
I am not afraid of them. They are afraid of what my appearance contains, old stories of occupation, ignorance; my appearance deceives them well. They only seek opportunity, and for that I cannot blame them.
_______________________________
These buildings are huge
and the mothers look tired
the buildings look lifeless
and the mothers expired
The skin colors vary
but peope aren't weary
they all live together
and the children are beautiful
_______________________________
I watch the sea blossom. Every wave that hits the concrete reminds me of an angry child, frustrated but inable to inflict actual damage. At least the waves are unified in one thing: their direction.
I'm envious of how collected they are, always sharing and working together, like a family pre-hippie revolution. They are truly like a woman I would want to marry: beautiful but modest, strong, inviting, constant, patient, charming, infinitely entertaining, and above all else, extremely passionate.
I'm not used to the sea, it's new to me. I grew up five to six hours away from the coast and rarely ever saw it. But now that I know her, I could never leave her. She is the only thing that makes this city worth anything; she is a beautifying light that casts out half of the ugly darkness this place contains.
It blossoms like nothing else in the world. It busts, then recollects, then busts again. Most people believe the wind carries the ocean, but it's actually the opposite. I want to be lost and suspended somewhere in the middle.
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