She told me i'm not worth her time
She stole my heart, a ***** crime
Only left of memories when you were mine
Now it's gone, l press rewind

It hurts cause l need you
Hands in mine, made us two
What we had, l wish we grew
Cause you broke hearts, l wish l knew

y ella se cayo
se fue cayiendo en la profundidad de su amor.
ciega y sorda,
solo la vista de el.
su amor era como el mar,
la ogaba ola tras ola
sin respiraccion.

Ella se dejo consumir.
a ella se le conmieron el corazón.
y ahora esta vacía.
ella dio cada onza de gota de ella.
pero ni el la pudo atraparla.
a el se le fue.
mientras caida,
ella cayo en las tinieblas.

solo voces y luces de siluhuetas miraban.

Unos anos despues...

ella lo conocio
de nuevo, pero en otro cuerpo,
en otra cara,
en otra alma.
en un lugar donde nacio ese nuevo amor.
y de nuevo pero diferente....comenso.
pero esta vez...
ella no lo sabe todavia..
pero el es su alma gemela.
su otro pedazo de corazón.

Long ago a king of France
-I don't remember his name -
when asked was it possible
to love two women
at the same time,
replied that he loved,
equally but in a different way,
burgundy and beaujolais,
and if he could love
two different wines
how could he not love
two different women?

For me, an inexperienced wine-taster,
I could not tell the difference,
but give me elderflower champagne
fermented from sugar, lemon and hand-picked blossom,
fresh, golden and sparkling,
or home-‌infused sloe gin,
rich, fruity, purple and mature,
and I would say I love them both,
equally but in a different way.

Yes, but does this mean I could love
two women at the same time?
Ah, that is a question
that I must decline to answer.
You see, I might tend
to incriminate myself.

Of all the seasons, summer
is timeless.
The summerblown cornfield,
windwaving sunbleached white gold,
is forever,
and the time of wild strawberries,
small and freely given,
is outside time.

Happy dreams too
are timeless.
On waking I am filled
with an oceangrey
mistgrey
cloudgrey
regret
that the dream was not reality.
Yet I am glad to have felt joy,
and the beauty overcomes the sadness,
as the sweet wild sound of the pibroch
transcends the lament
that gave it birth.