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junio 09, 2005

Pausa (Intermedio musical para el silencio)

Awake

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

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s 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.

The Lizard King

3 comentarios:

hugo dijo...

i liked it. best in this heat i guess, dreaamy, escapist.

Hector dijo...

No mames. Ya te pareces al tal "Malakatonche".

Chamirú dijo...

Calmadas, perras del averno. No me critiquen al Lizard King ni por error. Son muchos años de muerto como para que un par de impíos vengan a escupir sobre su tumba :-)