The Templer

Philippe Druillet

Tekst dnia

"Co się wydarzyło w Piekle?".

The darkness will swallow everything

Lipiec

we want war

Some of these trees have been growing for years

The leaves on the floor must be five metres deep

The paths are a labyrinth or even a trap

Some tides don't turn some things never come back

Secret recordings were made in the marsh

I bore a hole in the tree just to see Knights dance in molecules, here's Gallahad

They're rising back up, they're rising back up

Shadows dance back up, it's happening again

If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper:

"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words

but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know"

(And that the Thames flows beneath the grass…)

Can't you see them floating like black ash? 

Can't you feel them crawling down your back? 

Can't you feel them breathing down your neck?

Sea breeze, sea breeze

kadr na dziś

love

You come to face to face with love, and before the sun sets, you've become someone you didn't used be.
It makes the old new. Makes dead things live.
Love makes you into something better.


It's the reason a wolf would chase o crow, even knowing he can't fly...
And she don't ever need to touch the ground.


Love sends a man half way around the world...

Just for the hope of catching it.

Jonathan Hickman  "East of West" #03 (2013)