They found the gentle sailor On the low beach Wearing only panties Her saturated lungs Were full of the sea Angelo pulled her from The shallow waters Whilst his brother Donated the modesty Of his thoughts

Many did not return And the soft geography That I was casually studying Was screaming into time

The interior of the railway carriage Has been decorated with colourful icons And scenes from the day of the dead Jess found this rather unusual But a cool and refreshing change From the normal company postcards

A deep sea mist had formed silently Since the early milk hours May had recorded this In her diary As later in the day she would be travelling Along coastal lines to meet her lover His kisses would be sweeter than honey

I was standing where thousands Had once stood In fear and anticipation Waiting to cross a difficult sea Many did not return And the soft geography That I was casually studying Was screaming into time

I grow citric vegetables in my kutten gaeswn I grow citric vegetables in my kitchen garden

I can often be found in the tiny chapel Deep in the wilderness of my kutten gaeswn Hours are spent in deep prayer Between its white washed walls

Masters is a French singer Who performs with a silver crucifix Stitched into the crutch of her jeans This has offended many conservatives And she has been condemned By the Catholic Church Metro often travels without recognition On various lines in Southern Paris The Ages of Immortality Is Her Real Name

There was nothing But then God Made a mistake He created pederasts To prey on the innocents He created blacks And other corrupted races To bleed the world dry Would I have made The same mistakes Probably not But then again I am not God

You have always stolen my share of happiness My God is weak against your rough advances Marke Marke prends soin de moi Je ne t’oublierai pas Nous partagerons nos réflexions