Green stones that mind wraps its skin in this haunt [C. Coolidge]
The man who loves, he struggles
In a salt lake dried by the sun,
And he doesn't pray, but dance,
Silent presence that shaken,
No known music can explain us,
Because a sound is a hope,
But this man denies and clinging in vain
To a thought love. He drowns.
[Maz Gazzè]
In a salt lake dried by the sun,
And he doesn't pray, but dance,
Silent presence that shaken,
No known music can explain us,
Because a sound is a hope,
But this man denies and clinging in vain
To a thought love. He drowns.
[Maz Gazzè]
codex Hilarus






