Hands are plaiting in the sign of hidden powers hhwhile my inner world is calming down, diminishing its room and preparing itself for the meeting. A touch of the unknown when the doors of knowledge open in the far distance. Nailed to the ground I am crawling against the wind fiercely beating the ground around me towards an open slot. A light whirl has suddenly filled the every last piece of my inferior and has become my guide on a long and winding path to a destination that was as far as the other side and though so close just to be touched. With each further step of mine the wind-man wiped out more and more letter from the book of my fate.The pages are flying up and down helplessly and his strong arms tear them to pieces with great delight. Vast blasts of the wind shake my inner image when I enter a path leading to utter depths of infinite existence of the creatures whose faces are trimming my pilgrimage.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
