End Of The Tunnel

Poem and Artwork by Kazia Villa ( Creativsis )
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Play me a love song. 
Make my heart sing. 
Make it fly to the heavens, 
so that I may breathe ( thy loving). 

Play me a love song.
And then end it with a kiss.
And make it gentle, and uncomparable,
so my memories fill with bliss (so that my memories will be filled with bliss.)

Play me a love song.
Enrich my soul with kindness.
Enrich it with your very own essence,
so (much) that we bleed (happiness.)

Play me a love song.
Free my desires.
Free them with your delicate touch,
so that even truth will be told by liars.


Play Me A Lovesong

When I look through the window
the clouds cover the sky
they cover your eyes
as they cover your thoughts
and I have no idea what you're talking about

When I look through the window
tears shiver on the glass
they dance in the storm
in your heart and your head
and I don't know what you're saying

When I look through the window
I think of the last thing you said
of the people around
being stuck on the ground
in their jobs and their roles just to fill up their holes

When I Look Through The Window

Red

Hold me during sunset
tie a ribbon in my hair
bring me tulips
wear my dress

Hold me during sunset
when the oceans turn red
I'll bring you poppies
wear your hat

Love me like the dawn
let us rise above the clouds
let the warmth build up 
in our chests

And I'll touch you like 
I'd touch the grass
and I'll need you like
I need the air
and I'll hold you like
I'd hold a drop

Hold me during sunset
tie a ribbon in my hair
bring me flowers
wear my dress

Hold me during sunset
when the oceans turn red
I'll bring you roses
wear your hat

Love me like the dawn
let us rise above the shore
let the warmth build up 
in our chests

And I'll touch you like 
I'd touch the grass
and I'll need you like
I need the air
And I'll love you like 
I love the life


So what's the idea?
get out, get out, get out
see the clouds
breath the  air
breath the air
jump on rocks
wear colorful socks
get out, get out , breathe the air
breathe the air, breathe the air

So how are the made?
the ghosts of the blue?
they're all in your head


How Clouds Are Made

Sounds like morning

Tónskissubók ( a musical "sketch-book" ).

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