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Dahlia (A Spanish Waltz)

I know I hadn’t felt much like writing of late, been dealing with some bummed out feelings for a while, the type one brings on to oneself. I won’t discuss my triggers, they may be some of the same ones as yours anyway. Knowing that most who read my blogs are of a human kind and my friends here are kind humans you can probably relate.

Depression I guess is something that most of us face from time to time. Some deal with a little differently than others, when I reach a point I write. I do write in those other times of emotions too. Just when we feel more vulnerable they seem ride on our sleeves as we hold them close. With that said, I thought I would write lyrics to a Spanish waltz. As you can tell I wrote in spanish first then in english.

Please leave a comment if you wouldn’t mind, I’d had lost most of my followers here, to me is crushing enough…

Dalia (Un Vals Español)

Radiante amor
Luz de la luna de su resplandor
para el calentamiento del sol de la
mañana

Hermosa Dalia

Con gracia en una sala de bailes
Despacio
Sonrisas en los corazones
Para todo lo que toca
Todo el mundo se desvaneció

Mi hermosa dalia

Se está convirtiendo en
Un recuerdo fugaz
Para ella se ha ido

Oh Dalia

Nunca olvidaré sus dones
Una vida tan caliente

Hermosa, pero perdió
Todo lo que queda
Son estas lágrimas por

Mi hermosa
Dalia


Dahlia (A Spanish Waltz)

Radiant love
Moonlight of her glow
Morning sun so warming

Beautiful dahlia

Gracefully dances into a room
Slowly
Smiles on the hearts
To all she touched
Everyone swooned

My beautiful dahlia

Are now becoming
A fleeting memory
For she is gone

Oh dahlia

I will never forget her gifts
A life so warm

Beautiful but lost
All there is left
Are these tears for

My beautiful
Dahlia

Back On the Road

Sun is coming up just
East of Kennewick
I’m getting tired
The same old song
Of the tires on the road

Another mile down
So many more to go
Can’t think much of anything
But getting closer to you
Hope to make Billings

Then one more day
This trip will be through
It was good hear your voice
When we talked
Waiting in line to use the phone

Back out on it
Nothing on the radio
Leaving me thinking
How much I really
Don’t like being away from home

When the night falls
Tuck away in this big rig
It’s tough to get to sleep
Finally letting go of the wheel
The mind wrestles with it all

Knowing by time you get there
You will have grabbed another load
Saying your sorries giving her the kiss
Missing the wide open country

Heading back out there on the road…

Lost Dreams

I thought I knew the pain
How it was going to be
Only I’d stayed
The broken road

Somewhere lost
What was so dear
Like secretes that fell
To hollow spaces
Beneath the stones

A leaf at play in a stream
Flows the distance
Chasing hopes so clear
loosing to the waves

Holding close the time
I have left to dream
Keeping them dry
From the rain...