Breaking the bans of Indigo

Let fate be separated from you,

No one can take away your love.

I’m not giving it up! She’s been with me for ages!

I write the manuscript on light skin.

Take a tear from my sad age,

No one can take away my love!

My dances are not for the weak.

My dances are not for the weak.

Are you ready to step with me in the captivity of my madness…?

Barefoot feet on a thin sharp edge

I have a compressed nerve spring…

To the groin. to the wheezing of getting stuck in the throat.

Don’t exhale, don’t get out, don’t run away.

Palm in the palm of the hand and lips to the lips. Dancing

Sticking spikes under delicate skin

Sounds of rhythm. Passing through the heart

And the melting brain. to the state of mercury.

Dancing crucifixions and resurrections,

Falls and takeoff, flames and ice.

Dancing One Us on the shards.. broken illusions

Out of time and space.

Are you ready? If not. I’ll stop the music.

And you’re going to get out of the vicious circle of my dance.

Maestro… Curtain.. Your way out…!

Muse… Quieter!

Count to three…

I am.. I’ll pay off the candles.

Under the flutter of velvet wings.

Lips are tender. It’s like lilies,

Whisper ingsinating in your stomach.

She came to life by bathing in vinyl.

So exquisite in the snout.

She shuddered, fell on her shoulders

Fragile, tiny moth.

I invited you every night.

Into an uncomfortable, deserted house.

Long, long stood by the fireplace

Waiting for your rustling steps,

You were almost innocent.

From my erotic dreams.

Dissolved lovely braids

Silent wings folded on the table.

And your smell is honey dew,

Confused thoughts in purple jelly.

He hugged me in a gentle whisper,

My extinguished fervor warmed.

And in the soul blossomed snowdrop

Under the fluttering of velvet wings.

Whip and gingerbread.

Whip and gingerbread – you, my fairy girl!