I didn't make long journeys,
My years had roots, were trees
Which my heart dressed in leaves
And let them blossom in stone.
I didn't make long journeys.
The people i loved were forests,
My friends were moons and islands,
That my heart thirsted for.
You are my longest journey
You are the night, the day-dream,
My small homeland, my body, my beginning,
You are my land, my breath and air
I didn't make long journeys,
My heart travelled to dreams, to wet sensations
To breathe the mystic world,
And this is enough for me.
fuente: musica.com
