BROOKLYN BRIDGE MELODIES
It was at the
beginning.
I used to wander
through sepia tone images in my mind,
wondering where I
would find you, where I would kiss you, where I would tell you about
the stars in your eyes.
I used to wander,
love, around the world in just one second,
and you were always
there, you were always there,
everywhere and also
here, in my very heart, pounding, pounding,
like a cuckoo clock,
like a thunderstorm.
I would have sweetened your edges,
blowed all your nightmares away,
made you believe in miracles.
Because you were.
Because you are.
It was at the beginning.
The sailors were seeking for the sirens
and the sky was the ultimate dream.
We were sitting in a backyard,
talking about nothing,
creating the word.
I loved you like a kid holding a crayon.
The rotten rosegardens weeped
under the moonlight.
Nobody found a way to make history.
The worn out drapes were down and the lighting bugs were long gone.
Every single drop of salt was useless.
I dreamed with neon lights and skyscrapers.
I dreamed with the city where Lorca wrote those holy words.
I dream with us being invincible.
Brooklyn, love.
That was something worth dreaming about.
