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Anna Ruiz

My Fado wails, breaks silence
Returns to our Andalusia guitar.
Your hands weep, we drift away
Troths of flesh.

In our dark night realms we
Soar amoung the stars, lick the
Scents of us, blossom
Irony, fade...

Where did our Love go?
How did we lose our way?
My arms ache in ancient
Memory, your thirst steals
My breath,
Stirs my Soul,
Courses my river
Roams my heart,
You, a certain
We are in the Time of Gods,
Of love songs
And fire, veiled and distant
Seeping lava, now erupting...
Now singing...

Take me to our burning...

Copyright © 2006 by Anna Ruiz

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