Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Sing of Song

It's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound
a song in your eyes
a song in your ears
a song in your hands
a song in your feet
You are singing the song without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always

a song in a single colour that we don't see
many colours
much colours
unknown colours
this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song for very mankind

Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes .........................

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