8 de Mayo 2007
This weather
The storm blows around
this harbour town.
I listen to its wind as a choir.
The shipping forecast
is crackling
like wet wood upon a fire.
And time slows and slips away.
The tourists come around in May
'till August when the clouds roll in.
The pier cracks, the awnings fade.
The ferris wheel spins slowly in the rain.
The day is gone.
Under this weather.
Under this weather.
Such shadows are blossoming.
Under this weather.
Under this weather.
Such shadows are blossoming
out at sea.
I am not going to set myself free here.
I am following some dark fortune.
Some circle in me.
Hold back the wind,
hold back the rain.
I want to live
to see good weather.
Hold back the years,
hold back the hours
I want to live
to see the sun break through
these days.
Under this weather.
Under this weather.
Such shadows are blossoming.
Under this weather.
Under this weather.
Such shadows are blossoming
in me.
This weather. Mayo 2007.
Hay quien tiene el deseo de amar, pero no la capacidad de amar.
Escrito por Xabier a las 8 de Mayo 2007 a las 08:00 PMO_O
Escrito por Palace a las 11 de Mayo 2007 a las 01:13 PM