Spiritual pornography Oh, you, just a face tattoo talent-less resting on the forearm of a doomed to love man Why do you let me to fight between being me or being more, When we both know that I am just nothing, Another speck of dust badly thrown From the cockpit of an air-balloon filled with love and vices. When we both know that I am more, Sometimes even two specks of dust, Lost among so many specks of dust From this enchanting desert surrounding us http://bloguluaky.blogspot.com/2015/06/pornografie-spirituala_13.html