The wind and the dream
The wind will bring me to you the wind that blows in your golden hair...
The wind wil! bring me to you the wind that blows în your golden hair the wind that
follows your movements the wind that emphasizes kindly your pertect shapes
The wind wil bring me to you ike the sand of the desert in search of a goal like the
polien of the flowers dreamt by the bees like the water of a stream that runs alter
ne daun
The wind wil bring me to you and wil be the most beautiful dream and wil be like
being born a second time and wil be like finding the other part of my sky
I wil see your slim body hesitating but ! will be there to support you
1 wil see your trightened eyes like a child looking at the sea for the first time but |
wil be there to reassure you
wil see your legs shaking for the cold of the night but 1 wil be there to hug you
Now Im here on the hem ofa ravine and (m waiting for the wind and [m waiting
lo see you and [m waiting to die and to be born again with you and! wait... ! wait
wait.