Saturday, February 27, 2010

camel menthol No.9- words by Ayala Solis-Reaño

Remember, Remember,her face, her voice, her energy
absorbed me again. The rhythms that guided me into my place
jolted when her spirit flew away I got to find that girl; drifting in between the planes

Remember, Remember,her face, her voice, her energy
absorbed me again. The rhythms that guided me into my place
jolted when her spirit flew away I got to find that girl; drifting in
between the planes

Did the girl die with you? Did she fall into the abcess of all she knew?
Don't let her die, please, don't kill her soul.

She danced in the medium
She touched the hands of those who had gone yesterday
She is lost in my facade, she is lost in my lies

I love her and I miss her presence
and i regret the woman growing in her size 3 skechers
The woman doesn't fit into her shoes
and she's breaking the soles
She's broken her spirit and;
the little girl is gone.