Navy ink smears between the pitter-patter of my...
creating a sea of broken words and confused...
Lost, in the Ecstasy, of you... (Retourne)
Lost, in the Ecstasy, of you...
Words become salvaged
yet never lose their sparkle...
Just imagine for a moment, that I was where you...
and all the passersby are unknown. This city gives...
That's the other side of midnight
& I will let you know...
He is the epitome
of rich tradition...
.
naughty, and nervous...
When I grow
I will bring Spinola bay to her garden, Saqqajja...
Ever so quietly, I watch you
with your desperate ear wide open...
The gifts shops are closed
for now, the red blossoms are black...
Sparkling (Etheree)
like a waterfall when the sun shines down...
Steam loaded,
taking a ride...