On the long road
Between night and day,
We leave as travelers
To become children,
Competing with ourselves.
On the road of a thousand miles,
We go to see it bloom,
The tree with buds in its soul.
And we start with one step, that's enough,
And going forward,
We are filled with wounds and wrinkles
On the body and in the soul,
And we grow and we go.
Between night and day,
We leave as travelers
To become children,
Competing with ourselves.
On the road of a thousand miles,
We go to see it bloom,
The tree with buds in its soul.
And we start with one step, that's enough,
And going forward,
We are filled with wounds and wrinkles
On the body and in the soul,
And we grow and we go.
On the way, we meet again ourselves,
As we once were, as we will be,
Climbing the boulder up the hill,
Running back, or just freezing.
The light that is not, reflections from the moon,
Lets it's birds fly with us,
As we become from traveling caterpillars
Butterflies with one day life.
And we take and share ourselves,
And we lose everything we were,
We forgot who we were,
And how much we learn,
Just to have something to forget.
If we could stop one moment
To see, to hear, to feel
Everything we knew, everything we will be.
As we once were, as we will be,
Climbing the boulder up the hill,
Running back, or just freezing.
The light that is not, reflections from the moon,
Lets it's birds fly with us,
As we become from traveling caterpillars
Butterflies with one day life.
And we take and share ourselves,
And we lose everything we were,
We forgot who we were,
And how much we learn,
Just to have something to forget.
If we could stop one moment
To see, to hear, to feel
Everything we knew, everything we will be.
And one more step forward,
On the thread of the story written in ink stars with ink,
With all our ways, that flow there, in the great sea.
On the way we also saw the tree
On the thread of the story written in ink stars with ink,
With all our ways, that flow there, in the great sea.
On the way we also saw the tree
With flowers in bloom,
It was still there, in us,
Along with a void and a sun shining light.
And towards the end we looked back,
And I saw where it had its root.
And although different, although on different paths,
Better and worse, more good or evil,
It was still there, in us,
Along with a void and a sun shining light.
And towards the end we looked back,
And I saw where it had its root.
And although different, although on different paths,
Better and worse, more good or evil,
We were all here together, just for a moment,
And then we said goodbye.
And then we said goodbye.
Poem: Andrei Nicolae Besleaga
Paintings: Andrei Nicolae Besleaga
Paintings: Andrei Nicolae Besleaga
Music: Andrei Nicolae Besleaga
2020