Reflexiones femeninas sobre la vida, la muerte, las hijas y demás. Celebración de mis 33 años de vida.


jueves, 29 de mayo de 2008

Otros regresos



Your ships always sailing away while I
stand still and watch
and hear you mourn over a dead love
over a wasted life.
Like a good sibling, like a patient nun
I hear you
while I wonder how deep are your eyes
brown hazel sea let me wander around
come and go
come
kiss me fresh air
kiss me warm tears
and you speak
yes I hear you
keep talking
I’ll feed you
I’ll embrace you
I’ll always wait for you
Just keep going, everyday
so long.

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