Tonight I will have a cold stone for a pillow I will have dreams that are hard and cold I will for a moment forget about great heroes And dwell into the world of real people Those whose comfort is borne in the bosom Of pure and simple nature unspoilt. Tonight I will rest my head on a piece of stone I will call upon the beliefs of my ancestors To invoke the wandering spirits of the believers To perform a nocturnal-dance on my sleeping head And mourn the passing of the messengers Whose words, images and thoughts Keep returning into ours in many different words.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 20:38:00 +0000
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