1. |
Old Stones
05:08
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2. |
The Tree
03:52
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3. |
Breaking Point
05:31
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4. |
Mirror
09:12
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Here we are again
My solitude and me
Facing each other
Caught up by Time
Looking back again
Like we used to
The mirror of our thoughts
So clear and dear
Do you remember
When it was night?
The sound of rain
Inside your soul
Reflecting old thoughts,
Stories and dreams
How strange
It hasn’t changed
A frail candle
Melting at its pace
Here we are again
My solitude and me
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5. |
Labyrinth
04:49
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6. |
Mute
03:52
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Imprisoned, kept safe
Behind bars, looking to the outside world
Without expressing
Any feelings
No words, no sentences
Unshared thoughts
No judgment
Unanswered questions
Calmly the ears perceive
Movement between souls
Exchange of information
Important information
Or… is it unimportant?
Words are being thrown, detected, analyzed, taken seriously, taken unseriously
Interaction, the flow of conversation
Characters want to win the…
Want to overpower
Characters want to…
Change characters
Feel, want to feel through words, want to make the other one feel
But is it so important?
Hundreds of words are running through the air, from mouth to ear
Speeding up, slowing down, hesitating, changing, replacing, correcting, requesting, explaining,
Over explaining, imploring, screaming, yelling, provoking, protesting, settling down,
Accepting, admitting, begging, apologizing
Sorry, I didn’t mean what I said…
I..
Terrified, the tongue moves in its bed, switching numerous positions at the will of its master.
Orders are being sent
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7. |
This is the Garden
05:39
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This is the garden: colours come and go,
Frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing
Strong silent greens silently lingering,
Absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow
Upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing
Of harps celestial to the quivering string
Invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
And on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled,
In other lands where other songs be sung;
Yet stand They here enraptured, as among
The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
Some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
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8. |
Act One
06:32
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9. |
Blätter I
04:23
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10. |
Blätter II
05:09
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11. |
Le Chant des Oiseaux
03:57
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Pourtant le chant des oiseaux continue
Chaque saison apporte ses consolations
Mais le souvenir a changé de goût
Il devient l'ombre insupportable du passé
Le vent tourbillonne à travers les maux
Un sourire s'inscrit dans la nuit vertigineuse
Sombre est le visage de la liberté
Venant à la rencontre sur le chemin tracé
Et voilà que les cloches retentissent dans la pluie
Le silence n'est interrompu que par les cris de désespoir
Qui craignent leurs vies ratées
Contraintes par la volonté du Temps
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