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"Crush" by Mar Plaine 2014.

He touches my arms, he grabs my neck.
I kiss his lips, I smile, I bleed.
He comes from a land that I don't even know like he doesn't know my name.
I call him love, I call him a dream I had when I was dead.
He holds my hand, I breathe his air.
I love him.
His smile makes me high, and when I took a glance at his eyes I fly, I fly.

He closes his eyes, his lashes move like in slow motion for me.
I ripped my heart off my chest just to gave it to him long ago.

Just let me lay next to you, one more time.
Just let me breathe your expensive perfume, every night.
I'm coming from the darkness to the light, just to see his eyes.
We came from punk rock to shine like glitters on pop.

And I love him, like that fuchsia flower loves its thorns.
Come baby, stay below my stars.
Come baby, let's smoke the air of this blinding sky.

Stay with me, hold me tight.
I am young, he's divine.

Young volcanoes

"Youth" By Mar Plaine. 2014.

I see lights, big chemical smiles. I see the youth screaming behind the glowing skin of the people around me. They look free, careless

I took another glance to this scenery

We are all so fucked up

I think theres another way.. but theres the thing I care... With all my senses un game.. damn.. i love to be the scared.. the only thing they are asahme

We are riding towards another sun, while the moon gets frozen, another night dies in our eyes

If I I coild stardted from the end, I'll be the only one. whom the dont be affraid to have the control, the only star to be reborn to be re start,

the only shape behind from a shadow

A shadow of the ocean... We look after some warmth, that we eventually find in the arms of the night

The stars even coul shotuhow muxch we take the night.. Its a war between the lights and the dark. but our eyes are the answer

love beyond your soul, because my heart is jst too dark

the only way is to go run

the only misery of pain, is to cry and go away

And I lost myself, I am so lost and so lonely that now, and here, dancing on the sand till my feet burns is where and when I feel at home

Surrounded by strangers

Strangers pass by your way.. That always happen in the leaves of the time.. but the tree os your spul that gorw the seeds.. that's your spirits inside your traces

And all of this, seems a dream I had in the darkness of my sleep

Loving strangers, that eventually would become a part of this insane life

By: Judy & Blackbird. 2014.