viernes, 13 de mayo de 2016

BROWN EYES

Each door is another challenge

Each challenge is another step forward

And all the love I feel gives me strength

Let me show you what lies behind these brown eyes

I open my doors to receive the unknown, I won’t lie, and I will communicate from the truth with clarity.
 
I can honestly say that I've never felt anything better than your skin.

I fall into a coma at the contrast between your warmth and your coldness

Come away with me?

I don’t see why have to hide

Nobody said that hiding would be bad.

Then take me to where no one else has been. I'm ready to get on this train. Are you?

There is nothing like a day with you to make me sure that I want to take this train

There are times when you don’t have to say anything; where your lips remain sealed tight, like a can of evaporated milk.

There are times you don't know how you'll use the following morning and others where you don't know where you put your shoes.

When reality stalks you, you simply lower your head, as if that will push everything else aside
 
Should I cover my eyes as well? Although sight isn’t the only thing that haunts me.
 
I’m stunned by the clarity of everything that is wrong.
The waves, the wind, the forest, its smell.

I don't want to sound apocalyptic, but it is not worth fighting over something that unfortunately is not going to change, or perhaps it will, tomorrow?

I only wish I could feel the touch of your lips on my body, with your eyes on every imperfection in me.

Would you let me into your dreams? Under the sheets, everything would be better, would clear my mind, with hearts beating in time, listening to the sweet rain, looking into your eyes
 
You can delete everything with a simple kiss.
And I kiss you, and I can't stop dreaming.

Don't stop thinking about me, touch my lips again and don't be afraid, there is no harm that doesn’t already exist. Take each of the troubles I have on my back. Don't let time keep us apart

Never stop looking at me, if you turn around you won’t ever return.

I want to say that you make me feel; like the floating feeling I get when I wear those red sequinned boots that glow and light my path.


 'Brown-eyed Girl' by Van Morrison


 

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