Τὸ ξέρω πὼς καθένας μοναχὸς πορεύεται στὸν ἔρωτα, μοναχὸς στὴ δόξα καὶ στὸ θάνατο.
Τὸ ξέρω. Τὸ δοκίμασα. Δὲν ὠφελεῖ. Ἄφησέ με νἄρθω μαζί σου ~ Η Σονάτα του Σεληνόφωτος

Lisa

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless. Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, silent gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death, and the stars. - Walt Whitman

Παρασκευή 16 Οκτωβρίου 2015

The Music of the Night

EDITORIAL

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses


Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night...

-The Phantom of the Opera

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