Music:
The Battle Of Evermore
Queen of light took her bow
And then she turned to go,
The prince of peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The dark lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses thunder
Down in the valley blow,
Im waiting for the angels of avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold,
The seas of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrants face is red.
Oh the war is common cry, pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ring wraiths ride in black, ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
Across The Universe
Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai Guru Deva Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai Guru Deva Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inviting and inciting me
Limitless undying love
which shines around me like a
Million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universe
Chapter 24
A movement is accomplished in sixstages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of theyoung light
It forms when darkness is increasedby one
Change returns success
Going and coming withouterror
Action brings good fortune
Sunset
The time is with the month of wintersolstice
When the change is due tocome
Thunder in the other course ofheaven
Things cannot be destroyed onceand for all
Change returns success
Going and coming without error
Action brings good fortune
Sunset, sunrise
A movement is accomplished in sixstages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of theyoung light
It forms when darkness is increasedby one
Change returns success
Going and coming withouterror
Action brings good fortune
Sunset, sunrise
Books:
Dream-land
By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT
On a black throne reigns upright
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime
Out of SPACE- out of TIME
Bottomless vales and boundless floods
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore
Seas that restlessly aspire
Surging, unto skies of fire
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters lone and dead
Their still waters still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily
By the mountains near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever
By the grey woods, by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls
By each spot the most unholy
In each nook most melancholy
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by
White robed forms of friends long given
In agony, to the Earth and Heaven
For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it
May not dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses
By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT
On a black throne reigns upright
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
Edgar Allan Poe
ELEVAZIONE
Al di sopra degli stagni, al di sopra delle valli,
delle montagne, dei boschi, delle nubi, dei mari,
oltre il sole e l'etere,
al di là dei confini delle sfere stellate,
spirito mio tu ti muovi con destrezza
e, come un bravo nuotatore che si crogiola sulle onde,
spartisci gaiamente, con maschio, indicibile piacere,
le profonde immensità .
Fuggi lontano da questi miasmi pestiferi,
va' a purificarti nell'aria superiore,
bevi come un liquido puro e divino il fuoco chiaro
che riempie gli spazi limpidi.
Felice chi, lasciatisi alle spalle gli affanni e i dolori
che pesano con il loro carico sulla nebbiosa esistenza,
può con ala vigorosa
slanciarsi verso i campi luminosi e sereni;
colui i cui pensieri, come allodole,
saettano liberamente verso il cielo del mattino;
colui che vola sulla vita e comprende agevolmente
il linguaggio dei fiori e delle cose mute.
Charles Baudelaire
L'Abisso
Tra me e la mia coscienza
c'è un abisso
nel cui fondo invisibile scorre
il rumore di un fiume lontano dai soli,
il cui suono reale è cupo e freddo –
Ah, in qualche punto del pensare della nostra anima,
freddo e scuro e incredibilmente vecchio,
in se stesso e non nella sua dichiarata apparenza.
Il mio ascoltare è diventato il mio vedere
quel sommerso fiume senza luogo.
Il suo rumore silenzioso libera sempre
il mio pensiero dal potere del mio pensiero di sognare.
Una temibile realtà appartiene
a quel fiume di mute, astratte canzoni
che parlano della non realtÃ
del suo andare verso nessun mare.
Ecco! Con gli occhi del mio sognato sentire
io sento il non visto fiume trasportare
verso dove non va tutte le cose
di cui è fatto il mio pensiero – il Pensiero
in Sè, e il Mondo, e Dio, che
fluttuano in quell'impossibile fiume.
Ah, le idee di Dio, del Mondo,
di Me stesso e del Mistero,
come da uno sconosciuto bastione colpito,
scorrono con quel fiume verso quel mare
che non ha raggiunto né raggiungerà mai
e apparterrà al suo moto legato alla notte.
Oh, ancora verso quel sole su quella spiaggia
di quell'inattingibile oceano!
Fernando Pessoa
