Wild Spirit...

passion......

                       What is wrong with your sins is that you are not proud of them... But me, I killed the devil with the sword of love... a fool like me is proud of a special love no heaven can find unless, its soul is bound to be betrayed by the fires of earth.... Tonight we sing a melodic love song for rain drops and spring flowers... 

The rain drop holds a spirit as wild as the fires that lit up a maiden's heart... should the wild spirit be contained... or should its innocence be left free, to chase forbidden fantasies of a foreign emotion... In a foreign country, my tower of freedom found its light... In a foreign heart, my fearless rose of passion found its loving spring... For love is courage...Only the fearless can find love, as only fear can be conquered... true courage is only felt when shame and humiliation are butchered with the knife of unflinching passion for the life you live only once when you are born twice...the second time defines how well your real personality wins over the fake mask molded by fear and the uninvited, irreversible  curse of obeying the imposed cruelty of human masses living together...there is nothing more dreadful than to live your life as a slave to your parents and their hypocritical  pride in the evil eyes of society...

Love is not a fantasy, love is beyond magic... 'cause reality is not real enough...Love cannot be conquered but if you let your love win over all your choices in life, you'll never feel betrayed... Even betrayal can't be borrowed... you have to pay for all you experience in life yourself... If you give the upper hand to someone... you'll only breathe the tears of a slave... You have to live with spirit in every moment... If you don't make every special moment count, your life is numbered by unauthored tragedies...