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| ©Isabelle Scheltjens contemporary art, women faces
Sirvieron los días
de tristeza y desencanto
para mirar con otros ojos
y tocar con otras manos.
La hierba crece en silencio
al ritmo de las mareas.
Y la flor de luna se abre
en el momento perfecto
aunque viva solo una noche.
Me quitaron el sueño los versos
para descifrar tus misterios.
He pasado tantos años
aprendiendo nuevos pasos
que ha de llegar el día
en que bailemos un lento
no importa cómo ni cuando.
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Dazed and confused
But most of all battered and bruised
I came with a dream
Shared by more than a few it seems
But most of all battered and bruised
I came with a dream
Shared by more than a few it seems
Fall asleep now, New York City
I need to rest my eyes
Someday I'll rise, New York City
One day you'll dance for me
I need to rest my eyes
Someday I'll rise, New York City
One day you'll dance for me
Fall back
It's been a lot day but we're still on track
Embrace the fierce reality
Or wither away in sentimentality
It's been a lot day but we're still on track
Embrace the fierce reality
Or wither away in sentimentality
I think it is very deep meaning... Congratulations...
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