quarta-feira, 9 de julho de 2008

Cloverfield

On a field of clovers she lays
so beautiful, so distant
I am but a victim to her face
So white and enchanting
A curse or a blessing is this

The wind brings me such a smell
of beaty of nature and woman
Opium to my senses, makes me fall
on my knees I am complete
As long as the wind blows