woensdag 27 februari 2008

England love

Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, English summer rain seems to last for ages.

Loving and hugging. Our stay at Cornwall was magical.
With the touch of an angel by every step you take.
Feeling the earth under your toe and tripping on every breath you take.
The oxygen is mixed with faerydust around here.
And if you will not take enough attention by every breath you take you will be sneezing all day.
Lay down on a sheepyskin and grin. Drinking mead in firelighthallucinations.
Dancing around the fire on the wild beats of mother earth honouring the dark gods.
Stamping and dancing. Crying and smiling. Energy rush from your veins to the stars.
Connecting with every soul and everything.

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vrijdag 22 februari 2008