Awakening
The strokes of the brush
touch my soul
not in time nor in space
corners within
never before touched by color or light
engulf the new sensations
Forgotten feelings are stirred
memories with few ties left
embroider a new quilt to warm my insides
I´m not alone
Someone has been here before
time and space don´t exist
only the awareness of recognition
touch my soul
not in time nor in space
corners within
never before touched by color or light
engulf the new sensations
Forgotten feelings are stirred
memories with few ties left
embroider a new quilt to warm my insides
I´m not alone
Someone has been here before
time and space don´t exist
only the awareness of recognition
Ég tók í fyrsta skipti vel eftir verkum eftir Kadinsky.