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Justyne Nayam: one that resembles it feels like spring

Poem Miss Justyne Nayam "which resembles" a picture of my New Yorker. (Text and Translation (French-English) of Justyne Nayam. You can discover his world on his MySpace page ).

one that resembles Your mind is a country in ruins, You're the woman without roots. Without moral and disoriented, You throw in the ephemeral. Your words, empty promises, Your smiles, those of a traitor. You do not know right from wrong, the proud If your high pedestal. Veiled under the guise of a holy You sermons values, principles and decency. and misfortunes, you beasts long complaint Who softens over your old servants. Your heart is empty, vile, greedy and stupid, And your life passes without fulfillment. Today, sitting alone on a bench Think of who you are, and bitterly regrets.

Her Name IS Your Mind, a Devastated Country deracinate You are a woman. no morality and no marks, You live a short-lived life. Your words, empty promises, Your Smile, Those of a bitch. So proud from your pedestal, You do not see the others. Under the veil of innocence, You says about values and decency. You cry misfortunes and your complaint Does not affect your ex suitors anymore. With your grasping and empty heart, Your life streams past, without blossoming. Today, you are sat on a bench, alone. Think of yourself and have bitter regrets.

Following my 20 fingers collaboration with Miss Justyne Nayam. Today's text "is her name". (Text and Translation (French-English) of Justyne Nayam). You can find his universe on the MySpace page ).

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Liens de mes autres collaboration with Miss Justyne Nayam
* * The Francilienne
storm
Christmas Break * country
* Princess Of Ruins
* Resurrection *
Poem to my Donna ...
* Resistance *
Father