Nous sommes en guerre contre le temps. Il nous faut un refuge contre l'histoire qui nous déracine de notre histoire. Promenez-vous ici, laissez tourner.

Écoutez et écrivez. Prenez-vous à rêver que vos rêves d'enfant s'incarnent pendant quelques instants, ou apprenez à voler.

Lyrics:

"When life comes to center, it enters as hope, chosen to tremble and walk on this rope, we are born of another, of all this entwined, show me a temple, I'll show you a mirror… I pause, my reflection be rippled and puddled, turned by the whistle, by signs still uncovered, I wait to be patient, impressive and bold, cold with desire I try to let go… Speak me now, speaking me now, oh speak with me now, speaking me… move me now, move with me now, moving me… pick up the pages, let 'em fall open, pen dancing paper made ages ago, truth in the poet, his bridge clear and pure – don't ask what love is for, made to do, made to do… look at the colors, look at the world… speak me now… move me now… when love comes to center, I hear it is told, we turn with the wheel as a colorful spoke, and life is the cycler, and all this the road, and I am in love with the colors of your soul."

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