The garden was silent and empty. A breeze now and then. Ancient statues, trees, temples. A world out of the time. Just my imagination maybe, but all of a suddon the sensation of echoes as they come from the the past, hints of something still floating around.
“Time table” by Genesis, from the album “Foxtrot”. A milestone in the rock history, a wonderful cover too.
.. A dusty table
Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
Only feeble light descends through a film of grey
That scars the panes.
Gone the carving,
And those who left their mark,
Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway
And the weak must die according to nature’s law
As old as they.
Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.
A general blog, but still personal. The name as a tribute (my tiny, personal one) to the Crimson King. No specific matter, no specific path or target to be followed or reached. A space where to collect events, ideas, perspectives coming from the world around, but still under my own control.