disfrutemos de vistas prodigiosas mientras sigan conservando un colorido exuberante,
escuchemos sonidos misteriosos nunca advertidos por nuestros sentidos,
percibamos exóticas fragancias renovadoras y gocemos de la fauna con las horas contadas.
Bañémonos en mares lejanos, subamos montañas míticas,
riamos con gentes desconocidas y descansemos en praderas bohemias.
Expliquemos a nuestros nietos vivencias pasadas, digamos que no eran un cuento, relatemos que no son leyenda,
que lo vivido fue realmente cierto, ...pero hoy, disfrutemos de un mundo maravilloso mientras podamos.
Como girasoles sin sol, no sabemos a dónde mirar.
Amsterdam
Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Metropolis
Has nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes
I taste when we kiss
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything's ours
For a few hours
Let me hear you make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me
Let me hear you speaking just for me
Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Metropolis
Has nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes
I taste when we kiss
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything's ours
For a few hours
Let me hear you make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me
Let me hear you speaking just for me
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Tierra
Can you help her?...
2 comentarios:
Eres un poeta Julius coño, pero lo de "praderas bohemias" me ha dejado out. 8O
Abrazos man.
Ahora me dirás, que has visto cosas mucho más bohemias que una pradera, no? :P
juliobcn
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