The great eyes of the sea hold the sadnessof Marco Polo,after his travels:they saw much,and so grew wiser...
Time makes waves. When they reach the shores,they are wound like gramophone records.
The sea travels through time uponthe waves. Listen closely:all the stories of the worldyou will hear!
They forced us to dig a mass grave, tied our hands behind our backs, blindfolded our eyes and killed us with Kalashnikovs. In the darkness of the grave I search for my body,…
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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