Author: p rumi

I want to lend you my ear And diligently be on hand And hear the dreams of the woman The dreams of the girl as the sun rises high overland Sweet Dew Lee, I see you endlessly In my waking dream as I walk down the street In another dimension, oh, in a parallel world…

I don’t want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don’t care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true oh All I want for Christmas is you I don’t want a lot…

Out there in the east Few hundred miles away Sitting in your home Lonely and tried Do you remember me Do you remember the silance in the park Do you still love me – –

Sunday, Sunday so good to me Sunday morning it was all I hoped it would be Oh Sunday morning, Sunday couldn’t guarantee That Sunday evening you would be here with me Sunday, Sunday can´t trust that day Sunday, Sunday sometimes it just turns out that way But Monday, Monday it is another day The I…

Reading this poem on the train, drowned in a sweet sour mix of tear and smile.. Reading this line by line along with Lorca’s poem and our days together.. One may call it lust, but us really wasn’t about lust, it was about two exhausted souls finding peace together.. My train is passing the lake,…

Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women There’s a shoulder where Death comes to cry There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows There’s a tree where the doves go to die There’s a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost I, I-I-I Take this waltz, take…

In vianna there are ten little girls a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. There is a fragment of tomorrow in the museum of winter frost. There is a thousand-windowed dance hall. Ay, ay, ay, ay! Take this close-mouthed waltz. Little waltz, little waltz, little waltz, of itself of…

any News from the cold north Listening to Leonard And he is talking about you – – Thanks for being there Talk tomorrow

When you open those beautiful eyes Open your iPhone Send me a text So I know You love me

Come to the orchard in Spring. There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. If you do not come, these do not matter. If you do come, these do not matter. I will come