Music Speaks

The love that we feelThat serves as our guide,Without love in life,What good is it all?How can we survive,Without love’s sweet call?< br>d

Each one mind their own businessAnd like the French,Be creative in the Kitchen.

Feel good all over,As if for the first time,You felt,The love embrace of the blue Sea’sVastness, and beauty,All ecstasy.Tenderness,The rocking of a cradle,A new life that comes to be,A cry for immortality.Tenderness,The most elusive of feelings,Passion turned into serenity,Sensibility’s window,Indispensable part, of Love’s story,The sweetest of sentiments, Glory.

Gives no thrillTo some observing citizenry,That know what’s happening,Giving our bones,A disgusting chill,Are we on our wayTo join Latin AmericaWhere no honesty ever existsAs political will…?

Where are they now?It seems to be all over,Looking for that four leaf clover,Over…illusions not knocking at my door,Reality keeps saying, nevermore,I know…When certain loves are gone,It’s hard to feel the morning Sun.

All that is feelingPure love and satisfaction,Melodious happiness or pain,A sonorously uniqueAnd abstract,World of its own,Ineffable, mysteriousDepth,Where the Soul is finallyDiscovered,And beautifully heard.