Ronnie's Blog

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In Aranjuez with your love

Aranjuez,
a place of dreams and love.
Where a rumor of crystal
fountains in the garden
seems to whisper to the roses.

Aranjuez,
today the dry leaves without color
Which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the romance
we once started
And that we’ve forsaken
without reason.

Maybe this love is hidden
in one sunset
In the breeze or in a flower
Waiting for your return.

Aranjuez,
today the dry leaves without color
Which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the romance
we once started
And that we’ve forsaken
without reason.

In Aranjuez, my love
You and I.