Ines De Castro: Night Flight, 1999
Riders of the storm
I am fighting with this lightening,
It`s burning my hands...
Will you help me, my friend of old?
I cannot wield alone this bolt!
Other friends will come along
in their ways on this world...
We`ll be riding storm
with sheer joy!
It is burning our hands but warming our hearts,
we`re shedding light over dark skies!
Dalibor Zlatkovic: Blue Night & Stars, 2005
Minstrels are singing loudly,
for darkness is conquered by light!
A new age is dawning brave,
where all are humans ,
where there are no slaves.
Words cannot say and eyes cannot see,
all that is carried by light-nay!
Towards our hearts, our very souls
in this day.
And I am no longer just a Stargazer,
because the dream I live again.
For through the spirit I see the Maker,
in this glorious day!
Ines De Castro: Under the moonlight, 1999
Scent of divine
For whom all flowers bloom?
Is it not for eyes of the beholder?
For whom they carry scent of divine?
four my heart and thine...
For whom little lily opens its chest,
when dawn brings in champagne of moist?
It takes a minute, maybe a day...
and whole eternity to be carried away!
Into heavenly realms,
our Father`s playgrounds...
To grasp the beauty of one flower,
created for us and all others...