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13.10.2009. - 22:09:36
Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into line
High above in the violet sky
A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain
One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations form
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=...XlKu5TPNZ-0 aspectintime Tu patiešām šeit portālā tāds Bruno (nedaudz)