Alma Novaes & Nina Simone

Six of pentacles

(coin flips)

Fools we were in time and space

waitin' the night to last

but always takin' time

learnin' late

there is more love

in between bed and table

and yes, reciprocate

talkin about you is just remember

my fate.

And i have waited once

twice

and hourglass

keep on showin'

among the lessons,

crossroads and hells

that we have learned, 

that our flower grew old 

and died and from that grey floor, 

from that dead petals have born

beds of new flowers 

my arms among your shoulders,

the rollercoaster, the holes,

a little high, a little lower.

Once, in Morocco, backtime 

in the eighties, you've wrote

to me:

"And you're crossing by,

with your books on your arms,

with the rain in your hair

and your eyes, thinkin' about me,

looking to the floor

because it has only got one colour

the grey

the colour of wait,

the colour of sorrow..."

And yes, Sire,

i still miss' your floor to

make my garden

still miss your kiss to grew peace inside

and of listenin' you playing the hammond is

still an old dream of mine. 

For this very life. 

Like Ann Murray sang

You needed me

but not more then i still needed you

and now, look upon that star

look upon the sky

look your temperance chart

light a candle,

claim a wish

Coz i can't go on

still without your smile

just on my heartstream

send me a whisper

send me a poem,

i'll send you a penny for each though

send me three white roses

and i will wait you more

ten thousand years

just to hold you

just to admire you

just to feel you again,

and how grown up and bloomed

your garden.

And i wait your fingers to compose

the lirics to the poem

written by years and dust

by the pain and moiste

just to realize you're still the one

i keep on searchin' 

on this globe, earth,

on this equinoce

and keep on being amazed,

among so many million men,

i went right to the plot.

Like Diana, three arrows in a shot!

And i'm suffering your lost since

that time.

Give me back my spot!