martes, mayo 13, 2008


The sand was shimmering in the morning light
And dancing off the dunes so far away
The night held music so sweet, so long
And there we lay until the break of day

We woke that morning at the onward call
Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full
The sun was rising in the eastern sky
Just as we set out to the desert’s cry

Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

PD. Viene a Francia este verano. Y es tan fácil como coger un tren y verla, sola o acompañada, o esperar a que vuelva a la Alhambra.