The sun swing swings back and forth
While I arrange the clouds in my window.
Everything’s in the same place, stone of nothingness,
Zenith of the timeless sea, buried
Earth and a wind that goes nowhere.
As if time said it is because of the sun swing
Swinging back and forth.
translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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I like the idea of arranging the clouds.With a slight shift of the head we can paint a very different picture. I like it.
So do I.
Wonderful.like a painted canvass with clouds on window , shining sun out side and murmuring wind.
I think so, too.
It is sure-i think.dear!!