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SELENE

On the night I was Ascending through the heavens,
I was attracted to that.
It happened just when the curtain was opened.
 
Do you always dream when you sleep?
Am I hearing this right?
TIME UP
 
Come closer,
Obey one's instincts.
Through the flock of sheep I
Take a side glance at the moon.
 
Dreaming away every night without hesitation.
Dancing in a unfamilliar place in the morning.
The feeling I always wished for was the same as yours always.
Because I love you so much.
 
Without knowing myself
I wished for the moment.
 
Who are you?
Who am I?
What for?
I don't dream at night.
 
Why do I exist?
I dream all day.
 
What did you do that for?
What's that for?
I dream for a living.
What am I living for?
 
On that night I fell into a dream.
I was attracted to that.
It happened just when the curtain was falling.
 
Do you always dream when you sleep?
Am I hearing this right?
TIME UP
 
Come closer,
Obey one's instincts.
Understand the difference between fate.
Take a side glance at the Zeus.
 
Just a little longer.
Keep baby at one's side.
Always dancing.
Of surroundings, to be completely dark.
 
Without knowing the weird dream you see every night.
Dancing in an unfamilliar place in the morning.
The feeling I always wished for was the same as yours always.
Because I love you so much.
 
The feeling I always wished for was the same as yours always.
Because I love you so much.
 
GREEK MYTHOLOGY
 

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Metamorphose

I wake up, tired from the high
blatant posing
the maximizer overflowing
they call [tamu]* sexy
to steal is not bad [?]
who is really good?
if tomorrow doesn't happen
it's a sinful prank
 
without supervision the true character acted violently
who is really good?
the ufo's turbo charger comes off and falls down
a so-called non-fiction
 
everything will stop ringing tomorrow cause I won't be anymore
when the world will stop ringing, will you also be no more?
since whenever I've reflected, my breath has stopped; I have sort of looked through
the entrance of a second person's world
I took off my 'I'
a so-called non-fiction
 
I wake up, having grown tired of myself
blatant posing
as if you're a dynamizer
metamorphosing
 
as if you're a synthesizer, your focus unaffected; metamorphosing
 
when the world ends tomorrow, you'll probably change
when the world stops ringing tomorrow, I guess I'll change
truthfully things are also good
truthfully they are good because of you
the world would break down if you were stolen
 
miracle non-fiction
metamorphose non-fiction
 
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White and black (We choose, we are chosen)

Versions: #3
We choose, we are chosen,
How often this does not match!
I after you follow your shadow,
I get used to mismatches!
 
Chorus:
Who will err?
Who will guess?
Different [kinds] of happiness
Will rain on us
Often the simple
Seems absurd
The black is white
The white is black
 
I get used to [it], I'm glad to see you!
You won't know, indeed and don't need to!
You won't know - indeed and [neither] will you be able to -
That it didn't work out - together it didn't work out!
 
Chorus:
 
Happiness - such a difficult thing:
The shrewd1 and the purblind2.
Often the simple seems absurd,
The black is white, the white is black.
 
Chorus.
 
  • 1. Lit. 'farsighted'
  • 2. Lit. 'shortsighted'

Corpse-Rose

I stare at your gray gravestone
The silence of your cold heart was so heavy
Wounds run angrily anew
You were fire in my breast
So frozen and the frost bit
The end of hope the beginning of pain
 
I stare at your gray gravestone
The silence of your cold heart was so heavy
 
All of your ugly words echo
Echoes in my mind
What hour is your heart's murder, yes, murder
Your warm love was so strange
You look at me silent
And now I ask some devil's mercy
 
I strew salt in an old wound
Wounds run angrily anew
Which tear is here today
Your faith and tongue were poison
Wounds run angrily anew
The silence of your cold heart was so heavy
 
All of your ugly words echo
Echoes in my mind
What hour is your heart's murder, yes, murder
Your warm love was so strange
You look at me silent
And now I ask some devil's mercy
 
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Recipe for Making the Colour Blue

If you wish to make the colour blue
take a piece of sky and put it in a pot
large enough to place on the flame of the horizon.
Stir into the blue a pinch of early morning red
until it dissolves. Pour everything
into a brass bowl that has been well washed
to eliminate all of the afternoon’s impurities.
Finally, sift in a few smidgens of gold from the sand
of midday until the colour adheres to the bottom of the bowl.
To prevent the colours from separating with time,
drop a charred peach pit into the liquid.
It will disintegrate, leaving no telltale
sign, not even – from the black ash – an ochre trace
on the golden surface. You may then raise the colour
to eye level and compare it with genuine blue.
The two colours will look so alike
that you cannot distinguish one from the other.
This was how I did it – I, Abraham ben Judah Ibn Haim,
illuminator from the town of Loulé. And I left the recipe
for whoever, one day, would imitate the sky.