Yo, trébol

Cuando un trébol está solo y alza su mirada hacia la luna,
le susurra al dulce viento palabras que nadie puede oír

segunda-feira, 14 de julho de 2008

Shamrock hurt thistle

Sometimes words are not the best way to express the important things to the most important people.
I'm so sorry, my little thistle. I'm vexed for what I've done.

I will never be a musician, but this tune got up while thinking about you during whistle practice.



If we never meet on earth again, I hope we'll meet above in the sky, as crow and magpie.