Voiceless homageA clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It’s there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you.

(Loreena McKennit, The Mystic’s Dream)

2 Comments

  1. “nu mai plange jane,
    plansul e da forma,
    jana nu e moarta,
    jana sa transforma..”
    PS interesanta poza (ca intotdeauna). un fel de autoportret?
    PS2 din pacate nu pot asculta muzicile ca am pc vechi..

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