Having a cup of chocolate with bread and cheese
On an island off the coast of Spain
I’m breathing like new bellows,
Breathing like new bellows
The power of solitude
Is great and beyond understanding
It’s like a weapon,
A pacifying weapon
I’ll be the first to praise this Spanish sun
As it lifts me through my love and anger
That love and anger,
That made me swear I would never be your sinner
Everything that I ever believed
Crawls from underneath this street
And you will see them too,
Unless they frighten you…
But if you let it, your search
Will be relatively effortless
That one you stand in with a stranger
We’ve all been removed in one way or another
Photo: solitude by serhatdemiroglu
Every day is a new day, and those bellows magically renew with the rising of the sun!
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