..My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was just a mirror In a rapidly flying car, Which catches and loses bits of the landscape. Then in time Great scratches were made on the mirror, Letting the outside world come in, And letting my inner self look out. For this is the birth of the soul in sorrow, A birth with gains and losses. The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.
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Where The Wild Roses Grow http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=jRMe5H9WKpM
Macedonian Movie Before the Rain (Pred Dozdot), 1994 http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=4EgDY0JrA7w
Metropolis - Robot Transformation Scene http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=k_uMj4MToe0
dolls http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=Zfh7Vevn1fk
ORIENTE - Niccolò Fabi - Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vndh34rQuQw
radiohead street spirit http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=BrZTNhW44-o
