As she lay beside the young man, for a moment

She’d forgotten, who she’d become …

And all the words he told her

The colours how they showed her

All that she’d lost

And everyday the same day

Revolving in the same way

How it broke her heart

But no one else can hear

No one else can save her now

So quietly, life’s strange melody

Won’t be heard

She walks into the water …

And as the waves unfolding

Like the voices never knowing

Inside her head

But as her thoughts surround her

Like the ocean tide around her …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-OsmYPdnoU8

Jane Birkin – Strange melody

The perpetual movement of the water, rolling from and to unknown destinations, the voices of the sea shield us from the raging furies and shrieking sounds of dystopian surroundings, creating an unwinding veil for stilled happiness, acquainting us with the gentle, cosmic rhythms of an extraneous world.

They are a soothing relief and let us listen to the voices of our inner world.

– Erik Pevernagie –

All the fears from all our years

Have filtered us from new ideas

We see just what we always see

The world is flat – we’re dry of tears

Enlighten your thought

Sail out of your island port

The world’s not flat

You’re whole and complete

A ship in creation’s fleet

Do you feel like that?

Fill your sails

Learn to fill your sails

Make yourself whole

And widen your soul

And sail with a wider world in you

Creation was bored

Created a life-filled game

Divided itself

You’re from the same ocean out there

Of people everywhere

Begin from your source

Set a true course

And swell with the same life force

Fill your sails

Learn to fill your sails

Make yourself whole

And widen your soul

And sail with a wider world in you

Life is to share

You’re whole and complete my friend

Adventure out there

The planet is round no end

Create your world whole

Sail with a wider soul

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DiyFz5mPReQ

Public Symphony- Fill your sails

Well, … in the shipwreck of life, for life is an eternal shipwreck of our hopes, I cast into the sea my useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and, consequently, perfectly free.

– Alexandre Dumas –

Ph : Mervyn O’ Gorman

So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he and the yang share a single flow.

– Zhuang So it is said, for him who understands Heavenly joy, life is the working of Heaven; death is the transformation of things. In stillness, he and the yin share a single Virtue; in motion, he and the yang share a single flow.

– Zhuangzi –

I see my whole life and I wonder who stole the sky and the stars

who took the fire from my lips and was born to love me.

All my life a word full of wonders, smells, roses, aches

I could love you a lifetime breathing flame emanating from the eyes.

I remember when you told me you love me and that I am in your life alone, without me there is nothing to keep you sun a planet that is empty of joy and light, dies each day slowly.

And I kissed you and I cried alone because I knew I was leaving.

Then one summer day, on Place Pigalle I’m telling you goodbye, I forgot everything

You, your face, you, the voice, your eyes

You, my lover, you my man, you my soul …

a summer evening, a life between us

we would of saved souls, but we’re both now injured.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AKvSEbbExQo

Natassa Mare moumtzidou | George Schinas – Place Pigalle

It’s not worry I feel but weariness as I watch the approach of one more episode in the old, tired story of men who try to beat life, the smart ones who think they know it all and die with a look of surprise on their faces: at the final moment they always see the truth – they never really understood anything, never held anything in their hands. An old story, old and boring.

– Álvaro Mutis –