Sint’s waltz
written by: Florian Alexander
I’m falling in spiral in a sweet and warm rocking
My blue boat which splashes, in rhythm on lake
The blue sky above blurs, a darkness descending
On my heavy eyes, though my mind still awake.
An angel in white from a lotus appears
Her image is trembling but smiling to me
Her eyes are so dark and so deep but so pure
They tell me the purpose, the meaning to be.
I feel a cold touch on my cheek and I open
My eyes, just to see her and tell her to stay,
The dream breaks in pieces, a hundred, a thousand.
Cold drop on my cheek. But she’s far away…
Born and grew up in a communist getto, raised to the challenge of taking on the wild wide world but losing against himself. Now living in Luxembourg for several years. The story continues.
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- Sint’s Waltz - February 9, 2019
