Where is my soul?
Where is my Sun?
Where is my destiny?
The wind just arrived.
Dear...
When I think of you,
My heart is beating high,
The Moon swichts off,
When I think of you...
Dear...
The smile of the rose
is a perfect escondite,
where I can feel the security
of your lips kissing me.
Dear...
The mirror, where I need
to see me, is your eyes.
They are the light
that´s coming in the morning.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sueños de Esperpento
PoetryRecopilación de poesías y ensayos, un alma más, un alma para soñar.
