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| Brisa Do Mar |
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| Rien ne vient de rien, rien ne pourrait jamais. Ainsi dans ma jeunesse , J'ai du avoir fait du bien. |
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-- Let it go. Far, far, that far. Sea shore of Ivory nuts. Azure blouses, fluty ribbons; Sphagna growing, Moon arising -- let the firebugs tell you, the Story of boats. ( ... What a boat!) Star, star Let the wind carry your light, Let your light shed in my dreams, and let my dreams be sewed with stars. ( she's singing ...) She's singing, secretly, She's singing, timidly, She's singing, heartfully -- A song of rose that'd been grown on land of hons. -- The Lover The island called to her shore: "I felt your touch from the sea waves, "I felt your thoughts from the sea birds, "I saw your image from the morning ships that comes and sails me your dear mails. "and I happily knew, that you are still. " But Lord, How could I make him known ? ( Piano ) Nights filled with piano, Cords trampling the eidolon. "Rosa, Notturno." says lowly the herald-man, who stands below my veranda. And brings me in an April ghost. ... MNEMONIC Green green trees of thee! Hidden kids, straw in foils! "Geist, nous sommes en retard ..." Pour la Geggie caravane! Don't worry, sweet child, We got time to build a nice 'cause the dance never ends, We heard it the whispers over the tides. ( ... dancing in a swhirl ) -- Your name For those names written in pen, Rain washes them easily faint. A wind even disturbs the shape, Not a trace left away. Carved however, one to be kept, Or nobody can steal, I know it new : Simply yours, sealed in a soul. -- 2004, Issy. |
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