De cada una de mis ventanas sale esa luz profunda de los pensamientos que en la medianoche, dan mil vueltas, inquietos, cansados de los juegos entre edredones se vuelven aventureros. Van preguntándose si es real su existencia, aturdidos por la poca comprensión del exterior, terminan dando tumbos entre la conciencia y la inconsciencia.
Otra noche más los ojos se cierran pero las luces se quedan....
Nadie es capaz de satisfacer el amor que siento y demuestro me olvido de miradas demasiadas sonrisas bañadas en sal suficientes palabras para poder ver tu belleza espiritual. Quiero que la tinta fluya y ver como mis pasos vuelan lejos de esta forma de ver la vida. Poemas, poetas ,novelas y escritores con mis sentidos veo en cada movimiento....
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; If you listen carefully now you will hear. This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last: Many more will have to suffer, Many more will have to die - don't ask me why.
Things are not the way they used to be, I won't tell no lie; One and all have to face reality now. 'Though I've tried to find the answer to all the questions they ask. 'Though I know it's impossible to go livin' through the past - Don't tell no lie.
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air - Can't keep them down - If you listen carefully now you will hear.
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air.
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last: Many more will have to suffer, Many more will have to die - don't ask me why.
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air - I won't tell no lie; If you listen carefully now you will hear: There's a natural mystic blowing through the air. Such a natural mystic blowing through the air; There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; Such a natural mystic blowing through the air; Such a natural mystic blowing through the air; Such a natural mystic blowing through the air.
