If my heart listens well, The sun is still asleep... But as for me, my eyes are still open. Insomnia of the heart Insomnia of the mind... Some echo in my remembrances tells me:
Insomnia of the soul All my being, soul, mind and body, And Pervenche, the lady cat, And at last, my eyes are closing...
My sister, the Moon,
keeping me company,
fills the loneliness of the night...
Looking at me gently through the window
with her sad and melancholic eyes.
into the silence of the night,
it will hear
lullabies that She sings for me.
The wind sings along with her,
twirling gently into the spring.
So is the rooster...
But as for me, I can see nothing...
longing for tenderness...
Endless hours filled with torments,
with no escape possible,
in the world of Dreams...
Chained by a thousand images,
will I ever find some rest
in the arms of Morphea?
Thoughts and images
overlap, mingle, collide.
"To find the Light
we must go through the Darkness ..."
twirling again and again
longing for the Lignt...
longs for the dawn of the Day!
So that life reborns again!
So that my restless body
finds its peace and rest.
does her morning parade,
trying and catching the sun's rays...
The sun that finally reaches up to me...
I feel its heat gently covering my body...
Listar
1998, february
all the music on this site
will be mostly compositions from
Bruce de Boer