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It's too late
I envy the bubbles... of your soaps
I envy your boyfriends... I envy your petticoats
I envy your sweaters... which smell good
I envy the days... when you say no
Thursday is rubbish... I'll sleep there.
I say 'preposterous'... I no longer know what I'm saying
On Thuesday it's 'slippers'... for the boys.
A game of skittles... Nothing but a fool's game!
It's too late for the story
Far too late. I've had enough
It's too late if you leave
because this story between us was a bit weird.
I'm dumping you!
It's too late to have faith
Far too late, yeah, enough already!
It's too late. I don't care whether your art is good or crap
You're a jerk!
I envy the notes... of your sdongs
I envy your buddies... and your profanities
I envy your crazy... intents
My desire grows... when you say no
Thuesday it's detention... I'm out of here.
I say school has no idea what I'm going through!
Thuesday it's the man...of my nights
who cajolesme... and who rejects me.
Calamity, calamity han-han
Calamity, calamity, that's what life is.
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11.02.2025
Anthem to SPAL
On the sunday we'll go to pitch,
To cheer on our SPAL
When they want, they can play
And nobody can stop them
Come on, let's go, boys,
That we'll make'em feel scared
If we want to win, we can do it
Shot these balls inside their net.
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
If by disgrace they score against us,
Dribble em'all, even the fullbacks.
With courage and confidence,
Bring forward that ball.
Let's go SPAL, we are in Serie B
We don't want Serie C anymore
Let's go SPAL, keep going
That we'll win the Serie B!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
All the crowd is anxious
Their eyes are on the ball
The fans are in frendzy:
'Let's go SPAL, we'll go in Serie A!'
Let's go, let's go, let's go SPAL
We've had enough of suffering
We are stronger than ever
Let's go SPAL and you'll win!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
And one,
And two,
And one, and two, and three,
I tell you, we'll score four!
11.02.2025
Nowkhosravani 4/ you are that cloud which...
They say a beautiful flower compares to the moon the moon to the sun,
You are that cloud which fragrance of your shadow, like the shadow of your fragrance, could veil the flower and the moon and the sun.
11.02.2025
RED
Love is always complicated.
Words never fly straight.
I just want to live simply,
but I can’t anymore—I want to run away.
You wear a beautiful dress,
smiling so innocently.
But even that kind of happiness scares me,
so I can’t anymore—I want to run away.
What should I do?
All these fakes keep changing my life.
Love is always a coward,
always afraid of words.
Blindfolded— in the darkness, my hands can’t grasp the light.
What should I do?
All these fakes keep changing my life.
“Even if it costs me my life,”
“I will protect you.”
But if that’s not how this goes,
then just break me already.
Please—don’t go.
11.02.2025
A Prayer
Gazing into an angel’s smile
A deaf old lady folds her hands together
In the empty space of the church
A candle burns next to the altar
The light of the small flame fades
The evening rises [its] crow wings
The old lady closes her eyes
The church drowns in the dark of the night
A prayer will turn into a trifle
Every problem, every quarrel
In the empty space of the church
The candle next to the altar goes out