Your name
sounds like that music
of Mahler beer
on my throat
Inspiration
is just a word
People here
are the wind
escaping from the rain
and you are the rain
The rain that refreshes
and pushes me to paint, everyday
sounds like that music
of Mahler beer
on my throat
Inspiration
is just a word
People here
are the wind
escaping from the rain
and you are the rain
The rain that refreshes
and pushes me to paint, everyday
Who said
drinking was bad
drinking is one more reason
to look into your eyes
saying cheers
creates the moment
to make toast
for our kisses out loud
hidden in a different language
the language of a drinking myth
who said drinking was bad
crashing the glasses
makes almost the same noise
that the pillows make through your mouth
when I drink your life in the cup of your bed
1 comment:
Hay minutos en que también me gusta escribir ... este fragmento estaba oculto en el baúl de los recuerdos.
"Piso las hojas de otoño... así como mis recuerdos.
Siento la lluvia en mi rostro... como las lágrimas de mis sueños.
Escucho susurrar el viento... como la voz de las mentiras."
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