Monday, October 08, 2007


Smoke and dreams in the air
They needed words and laughter to show
A little control over each other

Other language, some dimension
One was counting the seconds to freeze
Hair blowing in the wind
Kind of beautiful scenery no one seems to mind

But the music is still playing
They just don't dance to it 'cos they can't understand

We're still dreaming
They just won't awake to us 'cos we can't accept

Love, life, people
They can be dreamt for just one night.


Alan Blair said...

odeio ser burro em inglês

Vagner said...

it all can be dreamt forever :(
Sometimes i dream it more than i should...

beautiful poem.