26.07.1985

I hate b-days...
I hate mine more than anyone's... It's not because I've been traumatised or something... but I think that it's very commercialised... and believe me that I don't need a present to remind me who loves me.......
But this time...it was different... I've got to thank someone, for making it really and trully special for me... besides the giftS *that i adored, I thank him for making me feel special and beloved!

LOVE YA

missing

Oh! I need your tenderness

Oh! I need your touch

Oh! I dream of one caress

Oh! I pray too much...

muse

i ve go to find my theme... MY main theme...
Like Dali had Gala, like Monet had his nenuphars, like Modigliani's portraits... Where is mine? For once more, I feel empty! Oh, please come and fill this void in me... My heart and soul are sicking for some excitement!!!
You give me love, but I need passion... Breath my parfums, feel the taste of my hair... Tell me your in love, show me your sacrifice and you'll see mine.
Tear up yourself for me, don't be afraid, 'cause I'm not selfcentered, I'm not greedy... I'm just an artist without a theme, without a muse... be my muse, so I can found myself... please come... come, I'm not far far far away...
I'll stay here for you.

11th floor

nice view, no? I wouldn't change it for the world!
 

today...
it's raining!
and i'm sooo happyy
rain! water falling from the sky!
running, get progresively wet...
is it some kind of ecstacy?
it's not that i don't like the sun
...
but isn't the rain more romantic?
the storm is crushing in our heads
without asking permission...
like cupidon, who releases his arrows
and the passion posess you immediately,
and
than...
it's madness!
so please, don't be mad with the rain,
please, enjoy it!
love it...

just don't ask...

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble.
some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was

I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore

Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken,
nothing thrown

Just don't ask me how I am