Soñadores trepando nubes

martes, 22 de septiembre de 2009


An airline ticket to romantic places and still my heart has wings. These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment, those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant.
A fairground's painted swings, these foolish things remind me of you.
You came, you saw, you conquered me, when you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be.
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer, a telephone that rings but who's to answer?
These foolish things remind me of you !

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