Words cannot tell what a body says climbing
the hill at nightfall
Words cannot tell what the hummingbird says
in the noontime air…
Words cannot tell the feeling of being born, loving and dying
Words are the shadow tied to the foot of a man
who slips too quickly through the crowd
They are the eyelids of sleep with which a man covers up
a love he cannot fathom.
the hill at nightfall
Words cannot tell what the hummingbird says
in the noontime air…
Words cannot tell the feeling of being born, loving and dying
Words are the shadow tied to the foot of a man
who slips too quickly through the crowd
They are the eyelids of sleep with which a man covers up
a love he cannot fathom.
Homero Aridjis
via wearyvoices / source: lachantefleurie











