Finally the hills are without eyesThey are tired of painting a dead man's face red With their own bloodThey used to love having so much to loseBlink your eyes just once and see everything in ruinsDid you ever hear what I told you?Did you ever read what I wrote you?Did you ever listen to what we…

Sweet little words made for silenceNot talkYoung heart for loveNot heartacheDark hair for catching the windNot to veil the sight of a cold worldKiss, while your lips are still redWhile he's still silentRest, while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another handWhile the hand's still without a…

  Jó, ha van egy végcél, amely felé utazunk, de a végefelé megérted, végül is az utazás maga az igazi cél... Ursula K. Le Guin Nem szabad egyedül utazni. Az ember csak társaságban tudja látni, érzékelni a világot. A társaság ad az út komor varázslatának, a…