I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in vain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of fire Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die And near the flames The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire This desert rose Whose shadow bears the secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this And now she turns This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams This fire burns I realize that nothings as it seems I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in vain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of rain I lift my gaze to empty skies above I close my eyes The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in vain I dream of love as time runs through my hand Sweet desert rose Whose shadow bears the secret promise This desert flower No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this Sweet desert rose This memory of hidden hearts and souls This desert flower This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love |
Esta es la epifanía del hombre que ocupa un lugar en el espacio y que concierne cualquier información relevante sobre su actual existencia.
domingo, julio 13, 2008
Desert Rose...
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