What's the immaterial substance
that envelopes two,
that one percieves as hunger
and the other as food.
I wake in tangeled covers,
to a sash of snow,
you dream in a cartoon garden,
I could never know.
Innocent imitation of how it would be
if one the music entered, you did not retreat
in my imagination, you are cast in gold
your image a compensation for me to hold.
Parallel lines, move so fast,
toward the same point,
infinity is as near as it is far.
compositores: EIRIK GLAMBEK BOE,ERLEND OTRE OEYE
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