segunda-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2016
Apples in the summer are golden sweet
Everyday a passing complete
And if I just stay awhile here staring at the sea
And the waves break ever closer, ever near to me
I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean lead
Carry me to innisfree like pollen on the breeze
quinta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2016
In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.
And strange hands halted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands.