The eagle

"Behind the light of the music you travel

you are a whole Argentine tango.

Not even in your dreams you are looking for me anymore

as before with a cherubic purpose.

 

And for the world you hate, I am no other.

And for the world you love, I am not the one.

Others thought I was a great man

and from a sparrow I would become an eagle.

 

In the dead cafes its snowing

and I mourn the desolation of a kiss

that like clothes our love grows old

and it is like the sound of a broken pistol.

 

And for the world you hate, I am no other.

And for the world you love, I am not the one.

Others thought I was a great man

and from a sparrow I would become an eagle."

 

♫ Δεν είμαι άλλος♫

 

 

"EGO / ΕΓΩ" exhibition, ART KORNER, December 2021

Done