quinta-feira, setembro 25, 2003 music drifted in the wind/someone touched colours and rhythms/remembrances and dreams/nostalgia and whispers of the soul/and merged them into a journey/towards tomorrow, towards light
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The last resplendent morning star
heralded the coming of the sun on high
No mist or shadow dared to mar
the sheer perfection of the cloudless sky
from where a gentle breeze would blow
caressing the faces down below
as if to murmur into the heart’s recesses
Life is sweet and…
Life is sweet
retirado do poema “Easter Sunday”, de Dionysios Solomos
