Beyond the mountains,
dunes
Where the wind accumulates life in the bowels.
Over the Sahara we walk
tireless days and night in your search,
dry mouth of hope.
dunes
Where the wind accumulates life in the bowels.
Over the Sahara we walk
tireless days and night in your search,
dry mouth of hope.
We count infinite grains of sand
and endless stars
to fill our pitcher with illusions.
Cuttlefish, yellows, reds and oranges,
endless sunsets
they offer green mirages.
and endless stars
to fill our pitcher with illusions.
Cuttlefish, yellows, reds and oranges,
endless sunsets
they offer green mirages.
Beyond the mountains, each trace is diluted,
mark a point at the zenith,
Eternity precision.
Beyond the mountains,
the desired horizon cuts the undulating surface
in successive sunrises and sunsets and moons,
He gives us roads from heaven.
To own it is to own time,
that time when the hands carve wood,
they knead mud,
draw essential geometry
the perfection of zero.
Living on the edge of the desert
It's a mystery
As mysterious as the ocean sea
It is the pleasure of oases and rivers
hide water
give in vergel,
lifetime.
Suspended in space and time
mark a point at the zenith,
Eternity precision.
Beyond the mountains,
the desired horizon cuts the undulating surface
in successive sunrises and sunsets and moons,
He gives us roads from heaven.
To own it is to own time,
that time when the hands carve wood,
they knead mud,
draw essential geometry
the perfection of zero.
Living on the edge of the desert
It's a mystery
As mysterious as the ocean sea
It is the pleasure of oases and rivers
hide water
give in vergel,
lifetime.
Suspended in space and time
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copyright Antonio Guzzo - March 14, 2018
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