a coma of blue lightnings, and when the night has fallen, I, delivered, shall read my course in the stars
In the sky a thousand stars are magnetized, and I lie glued by the swing of the planet to the sand
a spectacle has no meaning except when seen through a culture
All that gentleness became a trap
It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears
If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night All the stars are a-bloom with flowers
If I search among my memories for those whose taste is lasting, if I write the balance sheet of the moments that truly counted, I surely find those that no fortune could have bought me
It’s a little lonely in the desert…
Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..
When someone blushes, doesn’t that mean ‘yes’?