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Anywhere Out Of This World - Dead Can Dance - A Passage In Time - 1991

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Anywhere jest to grafika do konkursu zorganizowanego przez tutaj jest dokładny link [link]

(resource: all photos taken from sxc.hu with the free usage note - original size is 2200x1800 - here is available 1600x1200 ; I've used sth about 5 photographs + textures from GREAT STOCK of )

DCD zawsze kojarzylo i kojarzy z podrozami... wiec mamy tutaj efekty mojego filozofowania przy tym wlasnie utworze, podczas ktorego mona zapomniec o bozym swiecie...

Anywhere Aout Of This World - Dead Can Dance

We scaled
the face of reason
to find
at least one sign
that would reveal
the true dimensions
of life...
lest we forget.

And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life,
with all of its misery and wretched lies,
away from harm.

We lay
by cool, still waters
and gazed
into the sun.
And like the moth's
great imperfection,
succumbed
to her fatal charm.

And maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love,
the victim of fools who watch
and stand in line away from harm!

In our vain pursuit
of life for one's own end
will this crooked path
ever cease to end

Pozdrawiam!!!

Description
Anywhere Out Of This World - Dead Can Dance - A Passage In Time - 1991

Przepraszam, po kolei wszystko od początku:

Anywhere jest to grafika do konkursu zorganizowanego przez tutaj jest dokładny link [link]

(resource: all photos taken from sxc.hu with the free usage note - original size is 2200x1800 - here is available 1600x1200 ; I've used sth about 5 photographs + textures from GREAT STOCK of )

DCD zawsze kojarzylo i kojarzy z podrozami... wiec mamy tutaj efekty mojego filozofowania przy tym wlasnie utworze, podczas ktorego mona zapomniec o bozym swiecie...

Anywhere Aout Of This World - Dead Can Dance

We scaled
the face of reason
to find
at least one sign
that would reveal
the true dimensions
of life...
lest we forget.

And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life,
with all of its misery and wretched lies,
away from harm.

We lay
by cool, still waters
and gazed
into the sun.
And like the moth's
great imperfection,
succumbed
to her fatal charm.

And maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love,
the victim of fools who watch
and stand in line away from harm!

In our vain pursuit
of life for one's own end
will this crooked path
ever cease to end

Pozdrawiam!!!