The other day i was thinking about
how i always end up changing the place i arrive
sometimes for good, sometimes for bad
but just like a needle, bursting the bubbles of everybody’s plan.
Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.
Timelapses of clouds, made with by Edith Valle, several locations of Monterrey, Mexico.Original music “detached” by Golden Leap.
a taste of night in the tip of your tongue…
Here, in the outside, i had the chance to see everything, and i believe i have been gifted with your silence.
and the night….the night is beautiful….i’m coming back.
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