youtube/watch?v=bHCAgJbRkF8 Dressed for the Night I paint the notes for an habanera blue as the water of an ancient sea white of foam, sweet as the air gray of seagulls, golden with pictures, dressed for the night I observe the landscape, seek for words to fill the verses without restlessness. The pines embrace me, I feel how they keep quiet the wind blows away the whole horizon If only I could grow scales And hide at the beach so I could hear sounds and evenings of the past of this world of longing, love and calm, perfumed by moon, fire and rum If only I could climb on the highest wave and adorn with palm trees my memory whilst I spread cinnamon on every small bay and with scallops I make for them a cot Old people talk to me full of tenderness about hours lived with emotion. Yet young, strong and brave. Net princes, storm heroes friends with nice weather The eyes make new tales up. Boats come back from a place under the sun. They bring chorus in love, women and homeland, candles and flowers.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 11:40:34 +0000
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