I was waiting for no one but you

Me being a spendthrift lover

My heart drifting

Always loving the day

Wouldn’t bond with anyone

Dreaming of your arrival …

I was waiting for no one but you

Searching through hope

The power to survive

When my heart was blackened

And my soul was cold

In order to start living once again …

I was waiting for no one but you

Me dreaming of the absolute

Of things impossible to happen

Me coming on the road

Leaving behind the unknown

That is what my king, this invincible hero,

was hoping for me to do

I was waiting for no one but you

The moment you arrived

A single smile on your face was enough

To illuminate everything around me

And that’s how I found joy

And learned to love like breathing

There’s yesterday’s laundry

Your heart on my heart

Your lips on my flesh

Lay your hands on my hips

Be part of my life

Which is nothing but a tender suffering

Let my crying burst

In the hollowness of my pale nights

I was waiting for no one but you

Hoping day and night

To finally get to the abundant joy

In the sources of your life

To exhaust my faith …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HdC4icX7Zag

Terez Montcalm – Je N’attendais que toi

( I was waiting for no one but you )

… the power of a certain kind of dream is such that death need not indicate finality at all but rather signify a metaphysical and metaphorical leap forward.

– Aberjhani – The River of Winged Dreams

Ph : Brooke Shaden

I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming…

to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us …

In dreams I have achieved everything.

– Fernando Pessoa – The Book of Disquiet