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letra de under the sun - david broza - דויד ברוזה

counting the heavy days and heavy hours
i measure out the prison of this town
and wear out stones with that desire of ours
but no desire, by walking up and down
and you are like a city full of towers
set by a plain or river like a crown
and you are like a sunset and a star
but i am here alone, not where you are

i took my pen and added up the days
dividing us, and meant my letter still
to tell you of my patience in delays
and how it left me neither well nor ill
but shining likе that sun with fiery rays
that rushes from a cloud or climbs a hill
you rose and fillеd the sky with such a bliss
that i could say no more, and sent a kiss

i’ll take some wax and mould your likeness there
or roughly carve a figure out of wood
and in my exile take it everywhere
and tell it everything a lover should –
my long desire, my constancy, my care
and such bad thoughts as love may turn to good
and think it is the sweetest thing save one
which is yourself alive, under the sun
you are the thread of gold i would unwind
until i wind it in a golden ball
you are the gate that i must pass to find
my happiness, or find it not at all

- david broza דויד ברוזה

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