Taste in men

Today

get your cinnamon and pray

today get your cinnamon and pray

for the beauty of our land

and for the secrets, for the moments that we use to share

leather's covers, broken glasses, playing music and

rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust...

Spinning around,

swimming,

jumping

in a world of sounds...

you are always in my favourite dreams

lovely,

tender

and proud

you may be...

running around

searching,

looking for something to find

while i'm

still here

waiting for you

do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?

Today

there is nothing left to say

today there is nothing left to say

we all know that

just a word can break as into pieces

so as we cannot forget

Black and white photographs,

dirty clothes,

two guitars

dirty clothes, two guitars...