Viagem...
Na escuridão da noite,
Perdido algures no espaço,
Escuto o silêncio,
Deste instante sem tempo,
Onde os Deuses me oferecem o poder ancestral,
Para fundir a minha alma no universo,
E assim iniciar,
A minha viagem sideral.
posted by Taliesin at 04:16
8 Comments:
Como não existem as barreiras que o Homem tão sofregamente tenta imprimir à coordenadas Tempo e Espaço, o que está para além do corpo - a alma -, liberta do poder da consciência, pode fundir-se À matéria de que ela mesma é feita: pó das estrelas. Onde o Absoluto se encontra em nós, e nós em todo o lado, em perpétua movimentação de vida. Um dia, chegaremos aos Deuses...e a alma completará a sua viagem. Enquanto isso, a viagem sideral...boa aprendizagem.
; )
Um beijo semi-nocturno...quase noctívago.
The Cinematic Orchestra...pausas quentes e belíssimas de variados sons. Dá para fazer inúmeras espécies de "viagens" na própria BSO de vida! Obrigado pela grande sugestão. É de seguir mais.
"Burn Out"/ "Man with the movie camera"/"All things to all Men"!!
xxx
...outro pendurado de outra estrela também!
...dizem que à terceira é de vez...mas parece que me esqueço de dizer tudo de seguida!!
LINDA foto que tens neste tópico...e o som..."encantatório"...breve mas pleno.
"Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!" "
xxx
..."I can barely define the shape of this moment in time"...
xxx
Um abraço.
"Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!" "
xxx
..."I can barely define the shape of this moment in time"...
xxx
Um abraço.
...this moment in time,
My closed eyes are seeing the world spinning,
The wind is touching my face,
The rising sun appears behind the clouds,
The moon is smiling,
The trees are dancing,
The stones are talking with each other,
Only with a power of a hug.
...the moon is still smiling...
Only and really with the power of a hug.
Tu, não sabes nada da vida. Para além destas palavras bacocas que aqui escreves e trocas com as tuas amigas.
Lamento a decepção que foste como pessoa... ou não... é mais do que normal hoje em dia.
Agradeço que o link do meu blog seja retirado desta página.
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