Sabtu, 13 Februari 2010
The dream
.
In the dark,..
I turn .....
I seek you ...
My arms do meet only the vacuum,
the sheets are cold, you're not there !
You're not there, but yet I still taste your lips on my lips.
I still feel the softness of your skin,
the warmth of your body, your hugs,
your breath.
I still hear your sweet words,
your art,
your murmurs.
There was little we was one.
Now I am alone…
to be suspended in a vacuum.
I turn on the lamp.
I sweat,
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed ...
I have dreamed !
Again it was a dream,
a beautiful dream that will follow me during my long moments of solitude.
In the dark,..
I turn .....
I seek you ...
My arms do meet only the vacuum,
the sheets are cold, you're not there !
You're not there, but yet I still taste your lips on my lips.
I still feel the softness of your skin,
the warmth of your body, your hugs,
your breath.
I still hear your sweet words,
your art,
your murmurs.
There was little we was one.
Now I am alone…
to be suspended in a vacuum.
I turn on the lamp.
I sweat,
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed ...
I have dreamed !
Again it was a dream,
a beautiful dream that will follow me during my long moments of solitude.
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