Friday, February 11, 2011

Office - Master Of Ceremony

NECKLACE COLORS FLYING TOWARDS

WOMEN LIGHT
come with me. Women of light.
where stars are born ... I
leaves your hair.
your body is snow. Bianchi
your teeth.
black lashes,
looker
your cheeks pink.
is the desolate plains of Fal
for those who have seen the Great Plains.
come with me. Women of light,
where stars are born ...
My people walk
fair and the wine flows freely. You will have a head on

crown and meat and beer
and milk and honey.
magical land ... There

no one dies before being old now.
Branduardi

The text is taken from an ancient Irish poetry in which the god Midir calls himself the woman he loved, now married to the king of Tara.


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