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[Jul. 11th, 2014|03:06 am] |
ai, jocīgā pasaule. nu, nav man ekspektāciju pret citiem, nav. viss jau sen ir nokauts sevis sargāšanas nolūkos. es, protams, pārspīlēju un mazliet meloju.
traki gribas rumāniju. doties gribas. un iemīlēties! mūzikā, cilvēkos, dzīvē, uguņos, dabā, grāmatās. |
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| stay true B) |
[Jul. 11th, 2014|01:13 pm] |
He was sitting near the bonfire
his white curls falling by his cheeks
In his stillness he reminds you of the ancient times
when men were awake
and fire drew a line between life and death
It was he who sat there on the ground
when Prometheus came
near an epic river
telling her stories about the moon and his brothers wolves
Prometheus left, the fire stayed
He and his brothers were sitting around a bonfire then
howling to the moon
whispering his tales to the great river still
So he wouldn't forget himself
and could tell it to you -
Sitting there in his stillness
near the fire
with white hair in his eyes
chanting his story again and again:
"I'm a wolf pack.
We are magic."
/evia vind |
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