AMAPOLA (Andrea Bocelli)

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A beautiful song about AMAPOLA

Spring

 

Amapola Blooming, self-portrait

Shedding my old skin,

undressing the past of my eyes,

stripteasing the unknown, 

beckoning better times:

 My love is blossoming!

No wonder

 Eye of time, by Salvador Dalí

My pupils are bursting

with vivid memories,

of sleepless silences

and lavish loud poetry;

with thrilling images

of your eyes in ecstasy,

piercingly mirroring my lust,

carving into mine like hungry knives;

my pupils are bursting,

with flashes of naughty laughter

and graffitis of swearing words

as I ride my love on you,

willingly, rebelliously;

my pupils are bursting,

with haunting memories

of this restless human craving 

and my fearless animal loving.

No wonder I cannot sleep.

Silent Love

I want to baptise my skin

and give it a new name;

a name after my blossoming petals

and your burning fingerprints

as your summer breaks into my spring.

I want to wash my nakedness

and give it a fresh smell;

a smell after your restless breath

and the sea waves of your lips on my lips

as my ecstasy echoes in the wind.

I want to ink my skin

with her new name;

a skin named after our rythmic hips,
our silent whispers,

and a love that simply dances, but dare not speak.

Lovers, by Henri Cartier-Bresson

Untitled

 Smiling Angel Gabriel, in the cathedral of Reims, France (13th century)

Original image source: www.champagne-mante.com/Nouvelle-traduction-The-Cathedral 
(imaged altered with www.photofunia.com)

Oh, how I love the flair

of your gorgeus imperfections

and your unarming, honest smile!

You know?

 Marilyn Manson

You like to mock me
because I rock.

You want to fuck me
because I trust.

You like to taunt me
because I stunt.

You want to taint me
because I glow.

You like to knock me
because I love.

You want to break me
because you lost.

How sad.
You could be happy too,

you know?