They call you wasted among the times...
With wounded wings you still fly each season
each meaning, full of reason, Latin passion!!

Against winds cold and heat,
as a glacier lost on the Ocean...
With the strength of the tide
to the waves of the sea
you can’t hide your feelings
behind clouds, which one day
was your nuptial bed of promises
a thousand swears on magical dreams...

Keep your way Latin love
keep your shine, sound of drums!
Even broken heart, hurt proud
take that thunder awake up the world
and scream: - I\'m here, I’m alive!

Take that road straight ahead
it\'s something about hope and faith
not about regret or what I didn’t get...
Your tan skin touched by the sun
makes you sweet as the honey
warm as that flame of your soul
you still have, you didn’t sale!

The golden fields near heaven
where you were born, epic
spatter of poppies, ear of wheat
and clovers, takes you to the romance
a homogeneous Latin Celtic love!
It smells freedom, no limits for desire...
Fresh waterfalls on mountains above
remind of your mind clear and real
as the harmonious sing of the nightingale
whispers, colour leaves on the trees...

Set fire to the stars, as far as you know
let love happen! You and I!
As far as your wishes secrets... Let it be!
Latin love breeze of joy
in a silvery mirror without stain
or blame... They said!
All has a meaning even if it’s too hard
to keep standing...

Take away the damaged feathers
fill the empty space and dance
with the rain again...
Latin passion too precious spice
follow the sign, follow the light
our sense destiny, your life!

The reason of your poem, song or prayer...
Something about the way you say, your world
love, just fly! Torn it, \"get loss\" the pains...
Another day, break the chains, they don’t know!
You just don’t know... It\'s all about oss...



© MP-havsbris/2008