In My Wild

I like these two... wanna believe that they describe me in the best way...

The first is the song by Shakira: Gypsy... 

(i always described myself to myself as an wild gypsy....)

And the second is a poem, by Molavi (aka Rumi: Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī), from his Divan-e Shams... after Hafez, he is my favorite poet... however classical indeed! (13th c.)

Broke my heart
On the road
Spent the weekend
Sewing the pieces back on

Friends and thoughts pass me by
Walking gets too boring
When you learn how to fly

Not the homecoming kind
Take the top off
And who knows what you might find

Won't confess all my sins
You can bet I'll try it
But You can't always win

 'Cause I'm a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me
I never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't back down
'Cause life's already bit me
And I won't cry
I'm too young to die
If you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy

('Cause I'm a gypsy)

I can't hide
what I've done
Scars remind me
Of just how far that I've come
To whom it may concern
Only run with scissors
When you want to get hurt

I said hey you
You're no fool
If you say 'NO'
Ain't it just the way life goes?
People fear what they don't know
Come along for the ride, Oh yeah
Come along for the ride, whoo-hoo

'Cause I'm a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me
Never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't back down
'Cause life's already bit me
And I won't cry
I'm too young to die
If you're gonna quit me
'Cause I'm a gypsy

مستی سلامت می​کند پنهان پیامت می​کند ای نیست کرده هست را بشنو سلام مست را ای آسمان عاشقان ای جان جان عاشقان ای چاشنی هر لبی ای قبله هر مذهبی آن کو ز خاک ابدان کند مر دود را کیوان کند یک لحظه​ات پر می​دهد یک لحظه لنگر می​دهد یک لحظه می​لرزاندت یک لحظه می​خنداندت چون مهره​ای در دست او گه باده و گه مست او گه آن بود گه این بود پایان تو تمکین بود تو نوح بودی مدتی بودت قدم در شدتی خامش کن و حیران نشین حیران حیرت آفرین آن کو دلش را برده​ای جان هم غلامت می​کند مستی که هر دو دست را پابند دامت می​کند حسنت میان عاشقان نک دوستکامت می​کند مه پاسبانی هر شبی بر گرد بامت می​کند ای خاک تن وی دود دل بنگر کدامت می​کند یک لحظه صحبت می​کند یک لحظه شامت می​کند یک لحظه مستت می​کند یک لحظه جامت می​کند این مهره​ات را بشکند والله تمامت می​کند لیکن بدین تلوین​ها مقبول و رامت می​کند ماننده کشتی کنون بی​پا و گامت می​کند پخته سخن مردی ولی گفتار خامت می​کند

I believe Molana himself was really satisfied with this craziness and wildness... he hast two poems starting with the same five "beits".... although i like this one the most....