Well, this seems a bit strange, Moon although I loved the one via the link "women in blue water." Hope you are well these days. Things are very tense at home around this election cycle. Fortunately, I find solace in the blooms of spiritualism. You haven't come by to visit in weeks; hope we haven't lost our zap. Warmly, /ph
You sit at the edge of the world, I am in a crater that's no more. Words without letters Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard. Little fish rain down from the sky. Outside the window there are soldiers, steeling themselves to die.
(Refrain)
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore, Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems. When your heart is closed. The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx, Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl's fingers Search for the entrance stone, and more. Lifting the hem of her azure dress, She gazes- at Kafka on the shore.
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Well, this seems a bit strange, Moon although I loved the one via the link "women in blue water." Hope you are well these days. Things are very tense at home around this election cycle. Fortunately, I find solace in the blooms of spiritualism. You haven't come by to visit in weeks; hope we haven't lost our zap.
Warmly,
/ph
Kafka on the Shore
Haruki Murakami
You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard.
Little fish rain down from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.
(Refrain)
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed.
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes-
at Kafka on the shore.
Remarkably odd, yet sensitive.
Clearly someone has been inspired by Atsmon Ganor...
- Luciana
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