quinta-feira, 3 de novembro de 2011

"We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man." Elephant Island Hommage a Sir Ernest Schackelton



Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.


And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light


Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can


And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun



Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning


And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky



Atlantic Odyssey - The Movie by Simon Plat

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  1. da vontade de desmaterializar ( se fosse possivel, ainda bem q nao é) aquela esc q esta no meio dos pingouins. q coisa mais SEM SENTIDO

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