He makes me hear, When he dances with me, Words that arent like words He takes me underneath my arm And plants me in a cloud And the black rain in my eye Pours down... pours He carries me with him... he carries me To a night on a rose-filled terrace And I am like a child in his hand Like a feather carried on the breeze He carries for me seven moons In his hand a bunch of songs He gives me a sun... he gives me A summer and a flock of swallows He tells me... that I am his masterpiece And I am equal to thousands of stars And that I am a treasure... and that I am More beautiful than any painting hed ever seen He tells me things that make me giddy That make me forget the dance hall and the steps Words that upturn my history That make me a woman in seconds Hes builds me a castle of illusions I dont live in it except for a few moments And I return, I return to my table With nothing with me... except words. Words by Magda El Roumi.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 06:51:09 +0000
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