Down there deep in a cave his hands were carving an elder flute, if his heart was so brave, his meal was just a root. Although it was cold inside his eyes were smiling because he saw dancing rays that now pried to reach his bed of straw. From a time long ago they banished him from the outside world where he danced all aglow while nymphs around him swirled. Many cold winters fled by, their silver tails were like falling stars wondering if his soft cry was now heard from afar Then in the dark climbing on his knee the spider appeared. Eyes open wide, wondering which was the reason for his crying. Borne from a living tree earth and wheat and laughters, morning tears, midday sun, perfumes and spices. My soul comes from the ancient world like the April breeze stepping from the blackness blood of the moss in my ambergris veins flowing deep bathing Arcadia. Silence dancing around, he smiled to the spider in his hand, cause he had now just found his last and only friend. Then in the dark from a flash of light a sign was revealed: the spider’s back showed the cross and the Faun thought he was being deceived! Borne from a living tree earth and wheat and laughters, morning tears, midday sun, perfumes and spices. My soul comes from the ancient world like the April breeze stepping from the blackness blood of the moss in my ambergris veins flowing deep bathing Arcadia. Many things we encounter in our lives are not really what they mean. Symbols are made by man only which can never be the work of Nature.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
