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Her Morning Elegance (Oren Lavie) - The times that I need to know

This is a song and a video that talks about someone who:

conosco
did not know
and hopefully will know


I needed to decipher the fifth letter of your name
I need to talk to your pillow
I have not fought with your hair
and not yet the full extent
of your eyes.

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Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie, had not seen a video recontra long super candid and striking in form and substance, the album officially comes out in March, but of course I think I am insured, finally something so sincere with super production of precast has a short career.

simply brilliant.

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this far, but I never forget

H or and not going to reach the five not at eight

you will not get lost and you account of the days that I miss
sticks brands are completing your face for being almost on my wall.

The exact sensation of touching a sheet must be cold
your absence
's stubborn obsession with wanting to hug the waist while sweeten a dessert
not eat later.

Your forehead wrinkled with my English phrases
chewed the disk is scratched in the same song
unhappy ending movie
sarcasm with which he described all your days.

Today
not going to go and take different paths
not going to go after eight
and soup is hot on the table.

The imitation of a sensual dance that never go well
your elf shoes that left as a trap and torture
our dime cigarette
your green lenses
kare how it
material becomes subjective.

wine vinegar today is ...

The urge to bite the mole on your lips is never
your style 60's
my pose pseudosartreriana
the tricks and things that were still pending.

wine vinegar today is
I drink when it is beyond the five to eight
when I lost count of the sticks in the wall
almost form and your face.

Your absence like this poem without you
... submissive to memory.

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always Ay! not us ... II / / Unfinished

Haydee is something unfinished, I am somewhat incomplete and both somo something that had a head but got tired of walking and had a severe slip with the details I will never finish to understand and always will be difficult to explain, I'll never know as an afternoon ice cream juice on the patio of the faculty spend another winter afternoon with a brief greeting and a look that said "no you stay away welcome to my "always appeal to interpret subjectivities so we could find something which can be uncomfortable or pleasure, this time or always miss those times, as the only time he shared with me a menthol cigarette and the cigarette had the taste of her sensuality and her voice child could be part of it in a puff, in a moment that most overshadow later by cigarette smoke and would lead us inevitably to the unfinished story that "I" of the verb "still something wrong? between the two.

Ever hear that politics was the noblest of trades that could have on human life, but ended on a pessimistic to believe that we have not used too well, we at least we have enmity thought, but here it is not mere theory political science, anthropology and sociology (though not immune).

do not know how, s it was that political and ideological divide that
distanced us and took us fools greetings and glances without understanding on their part ... What the hell was in reality? ... I know ...
not reach a clear conclusion to nothing to say with certainty what happened and that's the whirlwind we mess and takes me to write about it, without a more complete sense of coordination, but inevitably the only thing I can say now.

vere This year alone at night, in fact will continue and continue to smoke mentholated, your girl's voice, the way my impotence sensual and tendency to minimize.

definitely something unfinished.

psdt: continue if there is no way to do it.