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''When the taxi cab and street corner-world has finally quieted and I am alone in that Castillian space, I find myself left with the private thoughts running in my head and the memory of your face.
I walk through a crowded and bright neon city, where the rain is falling all around me and then I find myself thinking of you- my very own personal Seville.I close my eyes to the memory of stone and mortar, I recall the time we first met and the way your lips touched mine, like tasting the Sun, your warmth taking the morning chill away...
then I hear the sound of your voice, like chimes on a northern Zaragoza wind, calling me home from far-away and when I finally come to rest and feel the touch of your warm Iberian hand and all the years between us just melt away and in that one instant, that one fleeting memory before the world comes crashing in once more like a wave- I am redeemed.
Mine videoer
I see telltale signs of a love in decline
There should be something to say, but we don't take the time
And I don't understand, but that's alright
Now you can turn the page or you can tear me apart
Don't make an open book out of my private heart
You should know better now, but that's alright.
