Things are never what they seem
Play a part most of the time.
What is yours cannot be mine
And I'm bored by dreams.
Bored by dreams.
I can't say the words I mean
Make myself go through the line.
Does the payment fit the crime
If I'm bored by dreams ?
Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again?
I was older then,
Now we are the same.
Lasse des rêves.
Rêve qui brille dans le noir
Brillera bien, tu peux le croire.
Toujours dire la vérité
Quand je suis lasse des rêves.
Take me through the steps, my love,
Shall we dance again?
Things were always brighter then,
Hear me call your name.
After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.
After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.
Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again?
I was always older then,
Now we are the same.
Marianne Faithfull
1 comment:
Thanks for your visit to my corner
and for your solidary beautiful poem!
And coming here only confirm's how inspirational you are!
(for me)
At the end of the path
curled barefoot
in the luminous shell
of the night, I shall reach
the infinite sunflower
of your face
rising once again
to greet me
on the threshold
of eternity
Poems for Angels
Piero Scaruffi
:)
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