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Nothing But The Rain
03:44
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Celia
05:50
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I give in to the wind
To blow these words to you.
On its strength I rely to take them back in time.
These words I'll carefully
Confide in this letter
And through them I will hope to give you back your life.
I am so far from you, so many leagues away,
And fate had me be born decades after you died.
This detail weighed as much as a rose on that day,
When from decayed pages your name sprang to my eyes.
I live under the Sun but you lived in the fog.
You bent under the whip but I stand and breathe free.
We're from two different worlds or two different ages,
Centuries were not long enough to erase the injustice.
I wanted to tell you
That you're not forgotten.
Maybe you died in vain, I cannot lie to you.
But maybe thanks to you
Freedom has found its way.
For now this is over and your children are free.
O Celia I'm sorry it all had to be that way,
But I promise we won't let it come back to divide us.
I wish I could be as brave as you were but I swear
That your memory will keep our hands tight together.
I live under the Sun but you lived in the fog.
You bent under the whip but I stand and breathe free.
We're from two different worlds or two different ages,
Centuries were not long enough....
By Alexia Cazaméa 2/04/14
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Padmasambhava
06:28
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Unborn of man and with wisdom filled,
Coming to teach human souls
Inner visibility ;
A guide to hear the multiple voices of the great universe.
To give a sense of the abstract dimension untangible.
Eight years of age, eight ways of knowledge,
Of learning how to throw open the doors
To one's hidden self.
Immortality found through passing on his keys to knowledge.
Om ah hum benza guru pema sidhi hung.
Alexia Cazaméa - May 2017
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L'Ost est en Marche
09:04
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Les murmures avancent dans les plaines
Et bientôt seul le pâle silence y résonnera.
Et le chant du vent n'apporte plus rien
Que des frissons brûlants là où il pose ses doigts.
On l'entend gronder dans les vallées lointaines,
Et se rapprocher comme un mauvais rêve.
Il ne nous reste plus que nos prières pour croire
Qu'on reverra la Lune apparaître dans le ciel.
Il arrive – Il revient hanter nos terres,
Comme un monstre dans un livre ancien.
Il n'y a plus rien que nous puissions faire,
Que fuir ou suivre son chemin.
By Alexia Cazaméa - 22/05/2016
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Wegferend France
Wegferend is a story teller. One that is best listnened to by a warm fireplace. . The Wayfarer draws his
inspiration from
various sources : folk, traditional music, and metal music which is dear to
many among the band members.
Thus, the three musicians invite you into their universe : intimate, rich, and evocative. A universe in
which reality and imagination combine with oneirism and simplicity.
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