sábado, 17 de marzo de 2012

Ocean Gypsy



  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..."




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...?

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.





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