I want to live a life of adventure
of the wandering sea birds;
not have to go to another bank,
the prosaic view of the road.
To fly when the evening dies
between fleeting sudden flashes amber
and oppose the swift eddies
the wing strong and fierce eyes.
Run away from all that is human;
Being drunk sovereign blue ...
two immensities, sea and sky,
and when you feel tired heart
left to die on a rock
with open wings for flight
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario