The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue...
A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him...
She would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child,
yet gentle still and
quiet and mild and he loved her...
When she would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."
When she would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."
Destello de luz infinita... que es lo que se puede percibir a traves de las sombras?,. que es lo que puedes vislumbrar... soledad?.. amor... la nada..?..
...todo...?
...todo...?
Instantes.. solo instantes finitos e insuficientes para alimentar el alma que quiere vibrar en su magnificencia, que a su vez, generan espacios inmensos e interminables de sensaciones en bruto para compartir..
Dama de seda que de entre tus cortinas sales a la luz, vestida en porte cual gigante de acero. Mujer de mil voces que al levantar tus manos al cielo, abanicas con tus alas hacia el horizonte y la eternidad.. míradla bien... que una vez de pie, jamás ha de caer.
Dama de seda que de entre tus cortinas sales a la luz, vestida en porte cual gigante de acero. Mujer de mil voces que al levantar tus manos al cielo, abanicas con tus alas hacia el horizonte y la eternidad.. míradla bien... que una vez de pie, jamás ha de caer.




