wiep wiep weer een gedicht. Ik ben heel benieuwd naar jullie meningen naturellement
On the southern hemisphere
the Sun waltzes in his Winter palace
with my love
Lost in fog
I wander in
London’s streets
And all his light
he uses to guide
her steps
My love
A beggar’s cold face
appears, a frozen mouth
between
laughter and cry
Cause all his warmth
keeps her so close
wanting more
My love
Pleasure-drained,
he took it all
I end on a bridge
crossing the Thames
Oh, with all his grandeur
he charms so well
keeps her from me
oh, my love
The black water
slowly moves
beneath my feet
It knows I’ll jump
She giggles
my heart beats
so fast
he has her
oh he has her
my love
but I have purpose
The Thames,
it doesn’t shine
it doesn’t waltz
but my love
I bet it takes me south
to winter’s palace
[ bericht aangepast op 26 nov 2015 - 20:41 ]
Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.
