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 | Into the night I wander, like many nights before, and like in my dreams but centuries ago. Under the moon, under the trees. Into the Infinity of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond the warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling... I gaze into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes, my eyes cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world, into the infinity of thoughtsÂ… | |
Pastel sec 45,8 × 35,8 Mai 1998 |