A new day dawning
as the subtle perfume.
Jasmine in a summer night
as the fragile lover
I want you to be.
See the city, revive and feel alive;
be bathed in the light of lanes
under a fleecy sky;
when I abandone the place
the charm begins.
Transmitter of emotions, the city, the passion
...
The discovery appeal to me,
late spring also comes
on the road, looking for adventure.
Being able to carry the blood into boiling
Appears quickly on the way enjoying my purpose.
Searching my pocket passages
infinite tunnels crossing
in a second, my memories
awakened the layout faraway.
Nomads of love,
eternels travelers
let us stop our journey
tomorrow shade,
the day so round, so white, maybe a little
gray
but infinitely wonderful.
Only one look, only a smile;
I find myself with free artist
a singer, a poet, a speaker, someone fun
a guide with a map, someone fearful but
seductive
a photographer, everyone smiling;
in love of life, of a simply beautiful
friendship.
Then I look through the window,
traveling window:
our companions
under our feet the stepped paths,
on our eyes known images.
And tomorrow, maybe I'll go to ...
tomorrow, what will be tomorrow?
Time does not exist, only memories
we sort those, to mark our path.
Anna Simon