segunda-feira, 15 de outubro de 2012

em breve

SUNSET IN DJERBA - TUNISIA

busy days

empty days

but the hope is burning in me.







You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love




YES I WILL