train station- bouznika -morocco
july 2007
photo by: simo34744

" The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream...

Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light's in the distance

Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home "

-A Sort Of Homecoming -
by : U2

Comments

  1. CENTRE OASIS9:10 AM

    Great shots and sweet words.
    Take it up !!!!!

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