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I am writing your name, my darling,
on this old poplar
You're writing my name, my darling,
in the sand on the path
And tomorrow it will rain
on the wounded stories
Your name will remain, my darling,
and my name will be erased
I talk about you my darling
to my people in the neighborhood
You talk about me my darling
to a spring of water
And when they burn the midnight oil
beneath the lamps of the evening
they talk about you, my darling,
and I am forgotten
And you gave me a flower
I showed it to my friends
I put it in my book
I planted it on my pillow
I gave you a vase
You didn't take any care of it
and you weren't concerned with it,
so the gift went wasted
And you tell me you love me...
You don't know anymore
if you still love me
I am writing your name,
my darling,
on this old poplar
You're writing my name, my darling,
in the sand on the path
And tomorrow it will rain
on the wounded stories
Your name will remain,
my darling,
and my name
will be erased
.
Beautiful....
ALBYPAOLO 1 year ago
@ALBYPAOLO a big, grateful T h a n k Y o u,
dear Friend
-_-)
SHAKTIVVAAN 1 year ago
Y e s, dearest F r i e n d: P e a c e and L o v e !!
a big Hug and many Blessings from Tel Aviv
-_-)
SHAKTIVVAAN 1 year ago