Angels wear their armors in my heart every night

 

You saw me in your dream, that's what you said. 

I waited for you at the ornate walnut gates of hell for a night, 

I defied the fires of all yesterdays, 

I was always drunk with love, I didn't know, 

As if to be sure, 

I snuggled up to the lips of the first light of the morning, as if to bite, as if to tear all regrets from our warm skins, 

You kissed me, looking at my face with curiosity. 

Come closer, snuggle up to my bosom, with the light steps of your bare feet flapping their wings. 

You remember, 

My only boat was a lousy divan in front of you in this world of love, 

And all my tales were tied opposite your palace. 

Come into my bosom, let a thousand regrets and a thousand wrongs burn in the unplastered gray room of my peasant heart on the stove... 

Let the living room smell of pine gum and pine cones on our sweaty, blood-soaked faces...

Let a sour, sour, sharp as gravel, green plum break off and fall into the salt at the base of the tree, then from its branch, 

Let a ladybug be afraid and startled by the salt. 

Come, let's bite a plum with you at the same time, 

Let's have an excuse to kiss with the taste mixing in our mouths. 

And let one never be enough for us. 

Let me catch the taste that dazzles my eyes and the sourness of life on your lips. 

You lie down naked from that apple tree, from the green grass to the sun... 

Let a drop of sweat flow down your back tickle you, 

Let the waterfalls melt from a peak and flow down the line of your back like a flood, 

And before I reach the sea, 

let me catch and drink all of that one drop of flood, as if I were drinking water from an ice-cold stream, for my own healing... 

I am the giant of love that drinks up streams, in the mountains.

I am the innocent angel of the skies who was expelled, blood on my white wings, I am the loss of a beautiful goddess who cried and fell. 

I am the expelled lines of all regretful loves. 

You asked me how I am, 

I don't know believe me, my tobacco is rusting on the soil roof in my palms, 

I don't know if the leaves are drying and getting old or if everything I touch is turning to gold. 

My smile is a prayer for rain in the desert, 

As if I'm waiting for a prophet. 

You saw me in your dream, that's what you said. 

I waited for you at the ornate walnut gates of hell for a whole night, 

Devils are dancing and singing, and there's a wedding as if it's on the Day of Judgment, 

Sharp knives, even mountains are burning on cliffs, 

I'm the goat of heavens waiting for me to fall,

I am at the peak of hell, where even birds that are enemies of gravity tremble, 

As if my hooves are smeared with God's adhesive, holy saliva, 

And I am not afraid of not being able to fly with my broken wing. 

Every day I catch and drown inside me, every resentment I stab is worthless people. 

Whoever I shoot, how many I sink into the sea of ​​my inside in the night, 

That much I commit suicide in the pitch-colored cave of my soul. 

Ah aah, 

Angels wear their armors in my heart every night, my love, 

Whenever the world's I don't know which war breaks out in my eyes when lightning strikes and thunders inside me, all the dark skies... 

You saw me in your dream, that's what you said.

I waited for you all night long at the ornate walnut gates of hell, 

I guess I didn't look good, 

You must have wondered. 

I'm not good. 

I'm both a fish in the endless sea of ​​truths and I weave a web of lies from all the uprooted ones, my love. 

How am I? 

Don't ask, 

My insides are messy, my outsides tell you I'm very, very good, my love... 

09.21 my teapot waters dreams that need to be questioned after the teas cooled in it...