Thursday, July 25, 2013
Mundo y Corazón
An ear full of romance language
And once forgotten bands
Singing songs from a brighter time
Somewhere back there in the sands
Sitting on a waiting train
Already missing what I left
Mis amigos especial y loco
Cerveza makes me bereft
There is no true translation
Of what transpires in these hours
Time steals away with every chance
Of exerting any power
The night is full of flowers
Unfolding each when its stars align
With every moment precious
Who has the need for rhyme?
