To the angel of music...
And it's like you've never said goodbye...
like you've just fallen asleep
on my favourite armchair...
in the dark-violet room of my heart...
Still here I am...
Watching you, caressing your wrinkled wings...
Enchanted by the dreamsand
sparkling on your childish eyelids...
Holding in my hand the awakening feather...
like you've just fallen asleep
on my favourite armchair...
in the dark-violet room of my heart...
Still here I am...
Watching you, caressing your wrinkled wings...
Enchanted by the dreamsand
sparkling on your childish eyelids...
Holding in my hand the awakening feather...
Ooh... to dream a dream or two... Ooh... and to believe in you
Saharan winds to bring me wings to fly so far away, so far so high
Saharan mystery will charm the words that mark the history of wars and world
I'll cross the night and come to you
You'll take me to heights beyond the blue, the blue of a sweet Saharan dream
Ooh... so far across the dune... Ooh... Saharan dream of you
Saharan winds to bring me wings to fly so far away, so far so high
Saharan mystery will charm the words that mark the history of wars and world
I'll cross the night and come to you
You'll take me to heights beyond the blue, the blue of a sweet Saharan dream
Ooh... so far across the dune... Ooh... Saharan dream of you
image by Jill Copeland
song by Leonie Gane/ Lang (lyrics) & Ennio Morricone (music)
4 Comments:
In a dream
I saw
Two wheelchairs
With red feathers
Met by fence
On the sand
Two pairs of
wrinkled hands
I like the dream-like font color and the image...remote, floating and fading.
più dolore che speranza, alla fine.
"Più dolore che speranza, alla fine"...???... Oddio... Dolore? ^O^ ... Dove?... Nelle mie parole?... Se è così, c'è un fraintendimento... ^^
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