Monday, April 12, 2010

Your dreams

It's blue, green and lightly blings in a simple manner
The sand below, my curly hair, and a grass skirt which sways with my curvy waves

Arab melodies, Spanish claps and instruments, light movements
Soon you come to differentiate games, from seductive wants

The gifts of mind, allow us to transfer to a place where nature is at its finest
Only the necessary is required, and bodies love to move

Eyes which add to the ethnic mystery, a flower which creates beauty

Enter my inner world, and be the knight of my natural world
Your dreams will lose their importance, and this life will be your vision of truth