Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

vision

butterflies... butterflies....
i need you like the flower needs water

close your eyes and meet me in the sunshine
tell me that i'll see you there
coz i feel you
and baby, i hope you feel me too

i'd give up forever to touch you now
i feel your breath all around me

i know something's better in this need
but i fear the fall

hear me out
i'll wait around

can you say its you
because i keep breaking down

it's in your eyes
it's in your smile

i hope i'm not getting carried away
for i see the world
and the world is you

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