DESIRE LINES

Como un pitillo, humeante,bajo un diluvio.

When you were young 

And your excitement showed

But as time goes by, 

Is it outgrown?

Is that the way things go? 

Forever reaching for the gold

Forever fades black 

And comes up cold

Walking free. 

Come with me. 

Far away. 

Everyday.

Walking free. 

Come with me. 

Far away. 

Everyday.

When you were young, 

You never knew which way you'd go

What it was once grace now undertows

Well everyday do what you can

And if you let them turn you 'round

Whatever goes up must come down

Walking free. 

Come with me. 

Far away. 

Everyday.

Walking free. 

Come with me. 

Far away. 

Everyday.

TODO

LO MEJOR ES VOLVER AL BOSQUE

Tiempo de escasez y cierto abandono, pero cuando pase, en la segunda quincena de Diciembre, vientos frescos y con novedades agitarán este blog. Espero que os guste.

Time of shortage, but when it finish, in the second half of December, cool wind will agitate this blog. Hope you like it.