French, young and stunningly beautiful. I met her in Santa Ponsa, Mallorca, a long time ago, in August 1975. Her mind and memory will follow me all my life.
It became also the beginning of me composing songs.
I know she's a child of nature
and I watched her when she sucked her thumb.
Someone says that she is silly, someone says that she's a child
but I defend her anytime if needed.
'Cause they don't know what nature's at, I told them not to talk like that
She's like an open book, she's like an open book.
Her eyes tell you all the truth you're longing for.
And the glitter in them, oh believe me it's stars
that's what you call a gift of nature's art.
Last night I saw her as I was leaving
I had to tell her how I'm gonna miss her and say goodbye
And in her eyes I saw a tear or something more, could it be fear
now I wish me back to yesterday.
Why did she tell me that she won't when her eyes said: yes
Will I see her again, will I see her again
Was it meanless all the thoughts I held for her.
And the memories call me back to the child of yesterday
it's like a restless wind that lives in me.
The sun is sinking slowly before the dusk is sweeping in
I have to go, I have to go.
The season's over boughs are bending down
and it lies with me if I'm saying that I need no trust.
If it was only yesterday my music was there
will the memories still remain,
Can the memories still remain.
It's seldoms so that fairies fulfill your dreams
But if they'll do and thoughts come true that's running in my mind
I'll never ever leave you anymore
I'll never ever leave you anymore.
Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 10:20
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It became also the beginning of me composing songs.
Maryse, 21
I know she's a child of nature
and I watched her when she sucked her thumb.
Someone says that she is silly, someone says that she's a child
but I defend her anytime if needed.
'Cause they don't know what nature's at, I told them not to talk like that
She's like an open book, she's like an open book.
Her eyes tell you all the truth you're longing for.
And the glitter in them, oh believe me it's stars
that's what you call a gift of nature's art.
Last night I saw her as I was leaving
I had to tell her how I'm gonna miss her and say goodbye
And in her eyes I saw a tear or something more, could it be fear
now I wish me back to yesterday.
Why did she tell me that she won't when her eyes said: yes
Will I see her again, will I see her again
Was it meanless all the thoughts I held for her.
And the memories call me back to the child of yesterday
it's like a restless wind that lives in me.
The sun is sinking slowly before the dusk is sweeping in
I have to go, I have to go.
The season's over boughs are bending down
and it lies with me if I'm saying that I need no trust.
If it was only yesterday my music was there
will the memories still remain,
Can the memories still remain.
It's seldoms so that fairies fulfill your dreams
But if they'll do and thoughts come true that's running in my mind
I'll never ever leave you anymore
I'll never ever leave you anymore.
Poetry by Richard
Read 645 times
Written on 2006-10-05 at 10:20
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