25.1.08

Poesía pagana como conjuro de amor


Pedalling through

The dark currents

I find An accurate copy

A blueprint

Of the pleasure

In me

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

A secret code carved

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

A secret code carved


He offers

A handshake

Crooked Five fingers

They form a pattern

Yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity

But the darkest pit in me

It's pagan poetry

Pagan poetry


Morsecoding signals (signals)

They pulsate (wake me up)

and wake me up(pulsate)

from my hibernation

On the surface simplicity


Swirling black lilies totally ripe

But the darkest pit in me

It's pagan poetry

Swirling black lilies totally ripe


Pagan poetry

Swirling black lilies totally ripe....

I love him, I love him I love him,

I love himI love him, I love him

I love him, I love him


She loves him, she loves him

This time

She loves him, she loves him

I'm gonna keep me to myself

She loves him, she loves him

She loves him, she loves him

This time
I'm gonna keep my all to myself

She loves him, she loves him

And he makes me want to hand myself over

She loves him, she loves him

She loves him, she loves him

And he makes me want to hand myself over


Bjork: Pagan Poetry


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