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The song of Navarre

Your soul,
beautiful mind
of minds,
little wave of love
touching people.
Around,
looking into the skys
your soul,
the sound of love
like a beautiful bird
of Paradise,
playng around me
flying into the skys.

The joy of reunion

Hands touching hands,
people singing in a beach of gold
little clouds floating
among thousands of souls.
Me and all of you
dancing
on a mountain of sounds.

 

 

 

Your Touch


That hand
that touches
my head
with such tenderness,
that smile
that touches my smile
that warmest touch,
your brilliant eyes
devouring all the space
all those blue
tones
of passion,calm and grace
and your sweet gesture
against the loneliness
your sweet peaceful
soul,
your two beautiful
hands
warming my days
before that ending
breath.

 

I would like to have
a world to reinvent,
a place of my own
were I could make
all the dreams
like birds of heaven,
some lost Paradise
just made of colors
with seven
little memories
of love
and sea,
some new world made of stars
and golden pink
were both of us could live
and dream.

   

Down the street
down the valley
down the lonely stars
dancing with dead
dealing with sorrow
listening to the bad music
of your radio.
Down all the little city
bars;
down all those lovely
lollabies,
dealing with your pain
dealing with your
miserable
sound of lies.