διαμαντια και μπλουζ...

διαμαντια και μπλουζ...
♥ οταν ολοι τρεχουν κατω απ τις ομπρελες,εγω θα στεκομαι κατω απ την βροχη..

Τρίτη, 18 Ιανουαρίου 2011

Mira Awad - Wihdati

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  1. My loneliness is a sad city,
    I roam it's streets, I count it's pavements.
    And when night falls, angry horses come running through it, startled by lightning.

    My loneliness is a land, filled with blooming trees,
    But when the fruits ripen, they fall and decay,
    For there is no-one to gather them, no-one to care.

    My loneliness is a longing,
    Crying out for something beyond the senses,
    And outside the skin.

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