Res non verba
the motherlessness of it all
old handwritings i will have left
the edge of time in every new song
the emptiness of streets i walk down in
the notion of leaving-
mirrors turn back
mirrors turn back
to the motherlessness of it all
the dragonlands left unexplored
the silences no one will hear
new highways of time -a future song in your ear
the emptiness of mirrors i look myself at into
the endless happy oceans of chance
the deserts of an afternoon sun
the notion of having been here
handwritings turn back
to the motherlessness of it all
(MÚSICA
la orfandad materna de todo
antiguas
calligraphy that I have left the edge of time with each new song
the emptiness of the streets that way the notion of going
:
mirrors mirrors
recede recede to maternal orphanhood
all countries
dragons
unexplored silences no one will hear
new highways of time: a future song in your ear
the void of mirrors in which I look happy
the infinite ocean of chance
a desert sun nap
the notion of being here
calligraphy retreat to all maternal orphans)
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ben harper music
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