Like a straycat walking to the beach of the little lake when he´s thirsty Like a housecat yawning outside my bedroom window a dark and icecold night Like a cool cat who´s purring resting in my lap in front of the TV This is an old feeling of loneliness that comes seeking a home to share withFortsätt läsa ”Emptiness”

Carin is an angel

Not because I was a Nestor But because I´m the only one she ever have loved because there is no other people to love Nobody else really exists for real Carin is everywhere there is a woman or a girl She´s just an angel with many forms and shapes depending to the mood God isFortsätt läsa ”Carin is an angel”