11 mag 2014


Far away from the promised land
I dig holes so deep inside my chest
to find a reason
for being happily caged,
and I've been so stupid,
and now I crave but I am afraid...

Can't help probing your beautiful eyes:
I lost my freedom in ages, there I see it;
it's a delicate warmth,
makes my senses grow.
I'd throw myself in your arms
taking back the protection I gave.

You dear breath curls this sadness
so it becomes mountains, flowers and water
and freshness, and I dance like a feather
falling gently until it finds its soil.

Carried by the power of the oncoming Spring
all my centres open to your delight,
there is no sin for the prisoner heart
who desperately tries to break the grate.

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