The pond’s nymph
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Watch the sunlight filtering through the forest: it is with the last rays that the butterfly-winged nymphs come out to dance on the mirror of the pond.
One only destiny 2
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We hadn’t thought and decided anything: we could have been someone else, we could have been some of you, we could have been one of our brothers and sisters who never came, we would have been different … but still we would have believed that we can not be anyone other than ourselves.
In the night’s casket
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The rosy dawn clothed in blue invokes from the pastures of the sky swarms of fireflies and stars to return to the casket of night.
A mirage in the night
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For a moment he saw her among the stars, but when he looked closer she was no longer there, only the sea of sand and the stars remained.
Castaway among sea tales
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A sea of lost tales opens up in a dreamer’s room as he falls asleep.
The garden of whispers
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Listen beyond what one hears, look beyond what one sees to discover what has always been there.
White Goddess on the tides
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Under the footsteps of the White Goddess who crosses the firmament beats the heart of the sea
One only destiny 1
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We hadn’t thought and decided anything: we could have been someone else, we could have been some of you, we could have been one of our brothers and sisters who never came, we would have been different … but still we would have believed that we can not be anyone other than ourselves.
The nude night falls on the sea of dreams
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A mind trapping dream into a dream.
Sleeping Eurinome
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And as Eurinome dreamed suspended between sky and water, the seeds of the first life spreaded everywhere with her breath.