Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Love is a kind of magic

Like the upcoming of the seasons.

I does exist but it is also natural. It changes, it is real, like magic. Before our eyes it is a true thing happening. Inside our soul it is a soft sweet flavored feeling. Like a story we like, it doesn't matter if it happened or not, if it is a legend or it is for real. We will never know. Legends can be real, and reality always becomes a legend. If it wasn't for love, we would never be able to do a single thing. We would not be able to get up in the mornings.

Like life. Like magic.

Monday, 12 November 2012

Pluja de màscares

L'ombra de l'aigua balla a la font fonent-se amb la pluja brillant.
Papallones de gotes blaves i verdes fan pampallugues davant dels ulls.
Darrera les muntanyes s'amaga el sol i deixa un rastre de vida prim que encara perseguim.
A l'oest, sempre anem a l'oest per no perdre mai la llum de vista.
I a la nit, cerquem la lluna i les estrelles que ens fan companyia.
Després esperem que ploguin màscares del cel.
I volem veure-hi a través però mai ser vistos.