-LeónGieco-

5 de junio de 2011

Echoes

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
and deep beneath the rolling waves
in labyrinths of coral caves.
The echo of a distant time 
comes willowing across the sand.
and everything is green and submarine.

And no-one showed us to the land,
and no-one knows the where or whys,
but something stirs and something tries
and starts to climb towards the light.

Strangers passing in the street,
by chance two separate glances meet,
and I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
and lead you through the land? 
And help me understand the best I can.

And no-one calls us to move on,
and no-one forces down our eyes,
and no-one speaks, and no-one tries,
and no-one flies around the sun.

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise.
And through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no-one sings me lullabies,
and no-one makes me close my eyes,
and so I throw the windows wide
and call to you across the sky.


-Pink Floyd-

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