París

Recordando los viejos tiempos. La instantánea es de mi tío Rafa, el que vive en París (así que nada de bajada de la red, genuina), que sé que lee el blog y me da caña cuando no me lo curro lo suficiente). Un beso muy fuerte...

Ghost Song (J.Morrison)

Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The days divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.