Dream as a path to freedom
For ages used for escaped
From life own selfishness
And the hate of human soul
Arise, my images of beauty
Space and time forgotten
Orchids and roses foretold
Creations of my own…
Lands of wild imaginations
Grow inside my head
Pictures of rare enchantments
Waiting there…
Someone is hiding in the shadows
Both can see it… you and me
With staring eyes in the gloom
Where is it, what can it be…
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"Tutti i momenti della vita
sono come gocce d'acqua.
Sono simili mai uguali.
Carpe diem !"
"Each moment of life is like a drop of water. Similar, but not the same.
Carpe diem!"
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
É mesmo isto : Wish you were here!
Tás indecentemente longe... Indecentemente inacessível...
Beijos (a Pascoa deve-me tar a fazer mal....)
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