she is sinking into the blue
the oblivion
now they are sailing away on different clouds and i am spiraling down into the middle
Oumou Sangaré
the fires have been burning so slow and rendering me speechless
i just wanted to go and fly and fall
but harvest had come and let me go
like a dry leaf
dwindeling down.
they are speaking now of the impossibilities
and the what if´s
and i couldn't agree more.
Singing with my heart
weaving the truths of the deepest possible love
into my air