Declaración de intenciones

Este blog intenta tener cubiertos al menos dos sentidos del hipotético visitante: la vista y el oído. La vista resulta evidente y el oído se consigue haciendo clic en el título de cada entrada.
Espero que lo disfrutéis.

jueves, 6 de marzo de 2008

Travel


Melodic stanzas
Are symphonizing their way
Through your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill its mouth with the desire
to soulfully be one with your creation

Not a subject to control
You call upon a higher power
For help and inspiration

The crowd waits
And turns their faces
Towards you expectantly
You give them what they need
But their useless criticism
Makes you die
A bit more inside

Not a subject to control
You call upon a higher power
For help and inspiration

Oh, I swoon
While loudspeakers play soft music

Leaning
Over your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have loved
The colour of these violins

I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad

I wish you knew
Your music was to stay forever
And I hope...

I have no clue
If you know how much it matters
And I hope...

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