lonelyboy
Nouveau poète
I write you pavements of our cities dressed in Christmas,
Of some winter nights in the flavors bittersweets
I write you of these evenings of light,
Eyes amazed by this girl
At the foot of a big fir tree on the fifth avenue
I write you of a departure, a forgotten suitcase
I write you of a white lake where this couple skates
I write you of a desert where the wreck of a boat remembers the sea,
I write you of an earth(ground) where houses collapse
I write you of Venice, where the lovers wake up in the sound of old bell towers
It will snow there maybe even this year
I write you of the sea, off Gibraltar the look towards Tangier
I write you of Africa where we die by thousands
Four corners of the earth, I write you trenches of abandoned(given up) wars
I write you of a kiss, this bench of
Of some winter nights in the flavors bittersweets
I write you of these evenings of light,
Eyes amazed by this girl
At the foot of a big fir tree on the fifth avenue
I write you of a departure, a forgotten suitcase
I write you of a white lake where this couple skates
I write you of a desert where the wreck of a boat remembers the sea,
I write you of an earth(ground) where houses collapse
I write you of Venice, where the lovers wake up in the sound of old bell towers
It will snow there maybe even this year
I write you of the sea, off Gibraltar the look towards Tangier
I write you of Africa where we die by thousands
Four corners of the earth, I write you trenches of abandoned(given up) wars
I write you of a kiss, this bench of
