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"My Lord Jesus Christ, Master Savior, God the Son, i will found you, even if i must cross the seas and the mountains , because my soul is exilied of your Light, because the desert of of gloom that separated me from You, Home of my Soul." Sasha Torres (Me), inspired in the next two quotes.
"You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you./ Fecisti nos ad te et inquietum est cor nostrum donec requiescat in te" Confessions 1,1. St Augustine of Hippo.
"Cold as the northern winds
In December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.
I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you."
Enya – Exile
"My Lord Jesus Christ, Master Savior, God the Son, i will found you, even if i must cross the seas and the mountains , because my soul is exilied of your Light, because the desert of of gloom that separated me from You, Home of my Soul." Sasha Torres (Me), inspired in the next two quotes.
"You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you./ Fecisti nos ad te et inquietum est cor nostrum donec requiescat in te" Confessions 1,1. St Augustine of Hippo.
"Cold as the northern winds
In December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.
I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you.
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you."
Enya – Exile
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