20.6.07

Folk Song


Summer sky and a throat bone dry
And the fields are all gold
Dusty lane with a song in my brain
And it stoned me to my soul

I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun

Silver trees and a whispering breeze
Are my sight and my sound
The thought of heaven couldnt drag me from the path
When Im wandering here alone

I climb higher move towards the fire.... so blaze sun
Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
Pale fading sun

(Harriet Wheeler/ Dave Gavurin)

Pintura: "IKB 79", Yves Klein, 1959

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Anónimo disse...

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I've been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!

Thumbs up, and keep it going!

Cheers
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