Wednesday, March 08, 2006

SHE














(photo: Mando Gomez - Woman in Red)

To all the woman in the world,

known and unknown,
alive or imortalized,
forgotten or memorized,
hopping that I can remember them
each day of the year,
each second of the day,
respecting and loving them more and more.
Because
She, is more than a looking sight,
More than a home where I arrive
More than a shelter, warmy, at night
She is the music I wish to see...
And tunes my smile to be alive!

And only music can make it so bright.

"She

May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
She, oh she"
SHE, Elvis Costello
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