This is very poetic and gives me a mood of remembering memories of other lifetimes, perhaps past, future or parallel, presented in a beautiful song: The swallows Where will you go flying among those skies? Black ember glossing in the dark. After your wandering flight, my eyes enjoy the immensity, the vast immensity. Sailboats of the storm, the clouds are gone. In grooves of golden light the sun sets. And like black syllables, the swallows, they say goodbye, they say goodbye! Fly, fly , fly , swallow, return from the beyond. Return from the depths of life above the light, crossing the sea, across the sea. A sky of kites, belongs to the afternoon. The wind in the trees singing passes by. And retracing the days, my thoughts also leave, they also leave! When the days get shorter next to my shadow, and in my soul, the bleeding dusk falls. I will raise my eyes to the sky, asking to see you again, to see you again! Fly, fly , fly , swallow, return from the beyond. Return from the depths of life above the light, crossing the sea, across the sea. https://youtube/watch?v=c8LOhIGtDqE
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 18:10:39 +0000
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