I arrived from the source of the sun
into this new, golden morning.
I stand on the morning beach.
Pressing my feet into the fine sand.
Into my hands, my feet, my heart
My eyes, my ears and my thoughts
streams live new and powerful
when in the night I drunk from the source.
Give, that I do right,
Give, that I do with love
With this hands and feet
And offer my strength to others.
into this new, golden morning.
I stand on the morning beach.
Pressing my feet into the fine sand.
Into my hands, my feet, my heart
My eyes, my ears and my thoughts
streams live new and powerful
when in the night I drunk from the source.
Give, that I do right,
Give, that I do with love
With this hands and feet
And offer my strength to others.
When the music's over....
When I write in my blog I often choose a music video that tells half of my story.
I grew up with Woodstock and the Beatles, Rolling Stones... ROCK'N'ROLL.
Jimi Hendrix, The cry of love. That's what I felt. As a teenager I was sad and lonely. (Daughter, daughter, don't you know, you're not the first to feel just so...)
The music is your only friend... until the end.
I often felt like that.
My feet clumsy stumbling around on an earth I didn't want to be and my head in the clouds....
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway...
Music was keeping me alive!
I am not lonely anymore!
Now I have a wonderful husband, nice colleagues at work - and you, my Nordinho friends!
I'm not crying for love anymore. But music still tells my story.
I grew up with Woodstock and the Beatles, Rolling Stones... ROCK'N'ROLL.
Jimi Hendrix, The cry of love. That's what I felt. As a teenager I was sad and lonely. (Daughter, daughter, don't you know, you're not the first to feel just so...)
The music is your only friend... until the end.
I often felt like that.
My feet clumsy stumbling around on an earth I didn't want to be and my head in the clouds....
Lost and alone on some forgotten highway...
Music was keeping me alive!
I am not lonely anymore!
Now I have a wonderful husband, nice colleagues at work - and you, my Nordinho friends!
I'm not crying for love anymore. But music still tells my story.
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Tarya Nórui
You make me smile and know good things are waiting for us to find them
Rock on Sister!!Posted 05-06-2008 at 06:57 PM by Clee
