ES IMPOSIBLE PENSAR SI NO ES A TRAVÉS DE UN LENGUAJE.

CUANTO MÁS RICOS SEAN NUESTROS LENGUAJES MÁS RICA SERÁ NUESTRA REALIDAD.


lunes, 11 de julio de 2011

RESPUESTA

There was no light
Only the white night
First born when the sun
Screamed her eyes open
Daylight in the fields
Daylight mountains
Fire kisses the floor
Of the lakes and makes shadows
Now I cry for daylight
Daylight and the sun
Now I cry for daylight
Daylight everyone
Daylight in my heart
Daylight in the trees
Daylight kissing everything
She can see
Ooh your dream
Here on the water
Warm the sand
The seagulls calling
Kissed by kindness
You gave me this
Your fire becomes a kiss
DAYLIGHT AND THE SUN