What use is Olympus to me...Stone walls of clouds and bickering gods,...The Father imprisons his unborn sonAnd the son kills the Father for freedom and power...Blackened clouds, clouds bloodied at dawn,Can no longer tempt my fading life...Tell me, why should I want Olympus,That keeps the fire only for itself?What use to me is that palace, that golden throne,That far from your eyes and your lips,Would hold me through the nights of eternity...
I dress and undress before you, I try on dozens of mythic garments, Crazy as I am, I wander through ancient times, And in the mirror of your eyes, I search for myself. I…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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