Sleepthief – Eurydice

Beautiful ! Carrying my senses in an enchanted valley. Sounds magical and a wonderful voice ! Breathless ..

Touch my heart

Touch my heart

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Eurydice

Touch my heart
Her beauty sways the gods
A gift of loving days

i’ve lost you my lovely
To the depths of an ocean
My blind faith
You follow me with your hope and devotion

I sing to your freedom
I’m lost to release you
No heaven waits for you my sweet
I’ll follow your demise to hell and beyond

I’m given the chance to lead you home
No looking back, no way to know
The light is ahead, we’re moving slow
Approaching life, where you will be home
But

I’ve lost you my lovely
To the depths of an ocean
My blind faith,
I follow you with my hope and devotion

I’ll sing for your freedom
I’m lost to release you
No heaven waits for us my sweet
I’ll follow your demise to hell and beyond

We will meet again
In life or in death

Touch my heart beats
And beauty sways
My life, a song, a longing day

I found you my lovely
In the depths of an ocean
A story together of hope and devotion
I found you my lovely
In the depths of an ocean
A story forever of hope and devotion

 

Sleepthief – Eurydice

 

Be still, my soul..

Be Still My Soul

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Be Still My Soul

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s joys restored.

 

Be Still My Soul – Page CXVI

 

Leaves, red leaves

Leaves, red leaves

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Leaves, red leaves waving in the sky… Today it’s cold but this marvel had to be photographed !! I love this color .. here is my beautiful Autumn ..

Canzoniere – Benedetto sia ‘l giorno, e ‘l mese, e l’anno – Francesco Petrarca

Benedetto sia ' l giorno e ' l mese e l ' anno

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Benedetto sia ‘l giorno, e ‘l mese, e l’anno

Benedetto sia ‘l giorno, e ‘l mese, et l’anno,
et la stagione, e ‘l tempo, et l’ora, e ‘l punto,
e ‘l bel paese, e ‘l loco ov’io fui giunto
da’ duo begli occhi che legato m’ànno;

et benedetto il primo dolce affanno
ch’i’ ebbi ad esser con Amor congiunto,
et l’arco, et le saette ondi’i’ fui punto,
et le piaghe che ‘nfin al cor mi vanno.

Benedette le voci tante ch’io
chiamando il nome de mia donna ò sparte,
e i sospiri, et le lagrime, e ‘l desio;

et benedette sian tutte le carte
ov’io fama l’acquisto, e ‘l pensier mio,
ch’è sol di lei, sì ch’altra non v’à parte.

 

Francesco Petrarca