La tumba vacía de Peter Pan

Definitivamente, éste es mi lolita. Una puerta a la imaginación, a los sueños. Al Nuncajamás que guardo en mi interior. Siemprevivas para los Niños perdidos.



It was the night before,
When all through the world,
No words, no dreams
Then one day,
A writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a journey into a childless heart

A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within the snowflake on his palm
A dream of poetry,
I'll tell is over
Cutting in,
Falling back in to the stars

Carnival of Venice. Encontrada aquí: http://goyangee707.tumblr.com/

I am the voice of Never, never land,
The innocence of dreams from every man,
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan,
A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey,
I am the destination,
I am the whole mad tale that grieves you
Away to taste the night,
Free and loose we fly!
Follow the madness,
How do you know what's real?

Imagen de Yvonne 92

Imaginarium, a dream emporium!
Caress the tales and they will read you real
A storyteller's game,
Inside he flicks the gate
The calling heart
Is a limitless chest of tales

I am the voice of Never, never land,
The innocence of dreams from every man,
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan,
A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never, never land,
The innocence of dreams from every man,
Searching heavens for another earth

Fotografía de Danieru

I am the voice of Never, never land,
The innocence of dreams from every man,
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan,
A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear

Letra traducida 

Y me voy a disfrutarlo con quien sé que lo vive como yo. Así que hasta pronto, me voy a hacer la maleta. Nos vemos la semana que viene, soñadores.