Pearls in heaven
I see several micro flashlights blinking into deep space and it seems lots of smoothing sands sparkling on waves of frequencies, mysterious rounded sounds, surveillance eyes granted human hyper sight over postponed realities in many layers, caves, boost grooves, upper rings around planets with their own moons, walkers space, ravish cannon of lights, swimmers on whirlpool galaxy. A full high brain resolution of ourselves drifted away on a big translucid mirror pointed to the past sending images to right now by a minimalistic painter over the sea of darkness, and I wonder: is the universe outside an unlimited dream where I have always slept; my unconscious existence?
But, I have found music, the divine language. This ocean of coincidences converges in a single singularity where immaterial energy emerges in chains of luminosities, spiral shades pointed everywhere, in the compass of unheard voices; there are glimmered rocks in a chord field that are crossing through spectral layers, flaming spaces. At end of billions of worlds, it will be revealed one more unknown path that is moving to its core, another drawing, a piece of a child’s imagination. The stars could collide into rivers which flow to be blossoms, our inner streaming, parallel beats, curling grooves; maybe a new blackhole swallowing matter and creating outer lands for living with carbon, oxygen-hydrogen, any system breathe based, new sounds and drums; another nano-telescope moved by gravity, seeking for meaning, destiny machine stimulation engraved into a simulated human journey. What is hidden in a covered nebulosity? Words must feed worlds, Which strongest beauty silence before everything. We named this frontier skyline, cause the sunset has a moment of shyness where the sun brights at the edge of Earth. In this milk way lay down the Supreme Graced Womb's mother of inked souls traveling in the surreal night dream where a dark blue veil covers the nature of everything. I see this curved space ahead of me fulfilled with plenty of tears in rain. Each step in throw the darkness bends our cosmovision like a spectacular blade runner who embraces us in an illogical transition where many seeds of life are graved over otter space fields.
Hold your impulsiveness of changing everything, ruling the world is an old human wish for power.
Magnetism acts as a paradoxical creation that suddenly takes place. This invisible force used to be an untamed movement to sustain the wheel of life, and I only could say that I could resist until the last tear. Please, wait a little bit more, the pairs are gaining time to win this frozen battle fight. When they are prepared to launch the ultimate combat a huge purple wind will blow to the Kings of liberty.
Vangelis (Acrostic)
V-angel-is you in verse (Vangelis universe)
Ethereal voices on the sea, now you run to be, cause your soul belongs to immaterial being, in a solstice place there are V-angel-is' singing,
Your enchanted life is everywhere, we can hear the stars are pleasured with this marvelous presence.
Spiral rotations of the universe keep in touch (for Albedo 0.39)
Inner strength calling 920,978; September raining day 785,321; soft dancing
of light 508,765; ultimate belief upon the seventh sky 042,759. Liquid spaces orbiting around everywhere 917,532; spiral connections and solid voices surrounding the sun: 101 2 three, who's the man; Mature consciousness presented by our time, it runs: Could anyone listening and answer it 730,283; Unknown code of love and mystery cre@tion of the universe: Please find us!!!
For the la petite fille de la mer
Rain, all these dispersed drops, form your transverse mantle that doesn't fit in my chest. Today, it is so sad to say that my thirst is absent from its brief rain. To the little daughter of the sea. (Vangelis) .
