Fly

So high above the world I’m flying,
the only breeze is an angel sighing
The warm glow of the sun shines down on me,
as I drift ever closer to my destiny

Floating through these beams so bright,
I push myself to reach new heights
I don’t know when, but someday soon,
I’ll be there dancing on the stars, on the moon

On the ground I hear them cry
to get back on earth, and out of the sky
I’m not meant to touch the stars,
They’re just too bright, and much too far

And just when I stop flying, start falling
I hear the voice of an angel calling
I listen well to her sweet sound,
saying, Fly on, and don’t ever look down

Angela K. Dyson

Stig Inge Oy – 39 68 99 09 – ‘99 2009

Question

Le nain nonagénaire
Dans un ultime murmure
De grâce au moins la bière
Grandeur nature


Samuel Beckett

Trio Argentino de Bajos – El orden de los bajos no altera el producto – Triste Solitario Y Final 2009

Cruel Altitude

Nils Petter Molvaer – Hamada – Cruel Altitude 2009