Finisterra

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When I left I fell asleep and no one turned the light back on
Set off to walk 600 miles on the day the night begun
Sorpresa took my hand, while we walked across the Land
through the sand of Donostia, understand now what she meant
Leave your plans out, stand out, take the extra route
Accept what’s coming forward, set your inner guide on mute
The days smelled like black berries the nights sounded like waves
as we climbed the cliffs of coastlines and discovered empty caves
The brushing sound of bagpipes in our backpacks and some blisters in our boots
The roots on the road. Loose shoes and a coat
The mood’s on our hope thanks to food from a bloke.
The late days of summer were the last days of spring
Surprise was a fling that the basque mountains could bring

When in 60 naps a million steps a hundred different faces
From mountain tops to fountain shops through arrowpointed mazes
I arrived at the end of the world in misty weather
The seashore shines golden and red in Finisterra

 

Busqueda left lost-looking, might just be …
Feeling Left out, left right, righteously
Follow yellow arrows for the alleyways
Many ways lead through Cantabria, but it’s anyways plenty days
As the roads gone steeper, the thoughts go deeper
Time looses tact like a melody anarchy
Floating abstract in this recipe
Cook it in a monastery, stirring up the time
Mix it with your memories and add a glass of wine
Carving out your questions, arrange them on a plate
Spice it with discussions and a tiny leaf of fate
A new search is always showing like the wind always blowing
Utopia at horizon means you always keep going
As she starts singing sad songs that soften her shore
The houses with answers open often their door
Busqueda never left and she never will arrive
She’s just counting down the Miles of the streets in her life

When in 60 naps a million steps a hundred different faces
From mountain tops to fountain shops through arrowpointed mazes
I arrived at the end of the world in misty weather
But the seashore shines golden and blue in Finisterra

I met her in a church where she never went into
Espiritu knew places that she never had been to
Asturia was her’s but her steps were too small
I almost lost sight but keep hearing her call
She’s making me better
Mind over matter
Been writing a letter
Of the light in the latter
Thousand year old trees in the European peaks
Fireplaces fireflies bring fire to her cheeks
High tide, bright night
The universe is quiet
You give and you get back
Just living you get that
Espiritu knows, but she never said that
A nice word on the road side and a coffee invitation
A strangers hug and on cold days the warming soup sensation
Sleeping under stars
We are protected by tarps
Have blackberry scars
From walking too much off road cause the track carries cars
Follow every detour cause who knows what it shows
Espiritus faith is like a little plant and it grows
With every smile a little while per mile
Without the fear of any tear so near
She’s a companion that you never really counted on
And when she’s singing songs you don’t know where it sounded from

When in 60 naps a million steps a hundred different faces
From mountain tops to fountain shops through arrowpointed mazes
I arrived at the end of the world in misty weather
The seashore shines golden and white in Finisterra

Galicia had welcomed us with water from the clouds
The hope for quiet places and the laughter from the crowds.
Hot chocolate on the Plaza, fleece sweater that I packed
The wood heated oven and a break to expect
Esperanza
Was cooking in the kitchen painting words on the wall:
“If your expectation’s higher then it hurts when you fall”
Once she’d seen me, we realized it’s never that easy
Hoping for blackberry kisses, but she tasted like green tea
How cheesy. Staying nights up watching Benigni
(That’s just a metaphor they didn’t show it in tv)
The feeling appealing
But we didn’t fall for each other.
Fleeing further, fall was my brother
Falling leafs for I leave, further call for another
See you soon or never. Cause I learned to accept
That your soul travels lighter, the less you expect
Back in my neck I was lacking respect
Though the noises of my choices were an act without tact
Fact.
I arrived in a town everyone talked about
It didn’t give me what I needed so I walked right out
Up to the very very last of earthly end as it seems
Before you wake up turn the lights off. ending your dreams.

When in 60 naps a million steps a hundred different faces
From mountain tops to fountain shops through arrowpointed mazes
I arrived at the end of the world in misty weather
But the seashore shines golden and green in Finisterra

Sitting on the Cape, the sun sinks to sea
Burn my walking sticks to guitar sounds and sing to see
How a dream dies, but it doesn’t / when we awake today
For There is no way. Because we make the way.

Ya no muere el sueño. Que ahora ya nace
El camino no hay. El camino se hace.