Do each one of us
walk the paths of remembering
that leads to the hideaway place of yesterday?
Do we still seek the pain
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The scarlet rosy moon hangs over the escarpment
of the purple rinsed mountains
as if it was painted in the sky
and over the villa the stars glisten and glimmer
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At a white painted house near the foot of the mountain
in the Great Marico district my heart belongs
where the everyday life comes to a standstill,
life has got a different pace
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The moon hangs low over the valley
and the stars flicker in the distance
while the night is cold and foggy
and this is the time
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Mom, on this day I want to dedicate a pledge to you.
In the years that I have known you,
your eyes showed love without any boundaries
and you had an understanding
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I have known you all of my life
and when I look back
I see your childhood face
with you long blonde hair and freckles
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where oak trees grow
and flowers always bloom along the streams
and ducks swim on the river's water,
when your dreams are met in my eyes.
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You came into my life like a rainbow
after the storms of my life had subsided for a while
but did not promise that the rain would not start again.
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When the red sun burns like a bush-fire
the blue horizon is coloured
with photo memories burning into the irises of the eyes
and the skeletons of trees move in the wind
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Have I told you that I do love you
from the depths of my soul,
that are deeper that the deepest ocean.
Darling I want you to know it,
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