Issachar, Isaac, cars, chairs, air, as, has, his;

For the meaning of your words and phrases are like my muse,And we are on this love together.

But you are always there to wet my lips with your sweet love,And like a sweet kiss from a red rose.Within and in-between,I am now addicted to your sweet love! !And you are like the daughters of the land of roses.

Listen to their demands and appoint them a Queen!For i am an impressive and a beautiful woman;And your muse is very delicious and beautiful as well.The lion roared an i heard your voice,So i do not have to ask of your name;Because i am ‘Yaya Busanga’ from Nima!There is what have been kept from you…

Like the potter’s clay,I have my mind as a poet to reachout to you.A meesage to the Queen Mother of Lewis’ Isle,rabbah is a stable for camels;I have my mind to share with you.Dark sayings,Dark words,Hidden works of art for many to learn;Listen oh heaven and earth.Of lambs, rams and goats;Of lambs, bulls and camels;Like…

Devices!The friutful vine is like the sweet muse of your love,But beat your breasts in lamentation! !Because the war in Libya is still going on,And i am still searching for my lover.

But turn your lights down low and don’t worry about a thing! !For these very works of our own hands are going to kill us all.