Onions and
tomatoes,
Garlic and
oil
Put in some
basil
Let it fry
or boil
Let the sun
carress your face,
smell the
breeze
walk in
timeless space
with your
mind at ease
The
mountains and the water,
filled with
life
is the old
land
marked by
strife
Where old
glory has passed
Wisdom may
slowly grow
in peoples
hearts
and the
stones, they know.
Auteur: Tim Tienes | ||
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Gepubliceerd op: 05 december 2009 | ||
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