15 de enero de 2011

Right now we are here...

We are walking down the street holding hands
There is a playground at the end of the block, 
and I run to the swings and I climb on 
and Henry takes the one next to me 
facing the opposite direction
And we swing higher and higher passing each other, 
sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other 
so fast that it seems we are going to collide. 

And we laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, 
no one can be lost or dead or far away. 

Right now we are here 
and nothing can mar our perfection or 
steal the joy of this perfect moment

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