Guest guest Posted January 23, 2006 Report Share Posted January 23, 2006 My Fado wails, breaks silence Returns to our Andalusia guitar, Your hands weep, we drift away Troths of flesh. In our dark night realms, we Soar amoung the stars, lick the Scents of us, blossom Irony, fade... Where did our Love go? How did we lose our way? My arms ache in ancient Memory, your thirst steals My breath, Stirs my Soul, Courses my river Roams my heart, You, a certain Heaviness We are in the Time of Gods, Of love songs And fire, veiled and distant Seeping lava, now erupting... Now singing... Take me to our burning... Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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