“Went – away Beauty”
So be it then spirit of the lakes
and water creeks of the woods.
I know thee well.,
You shall be wandering over the waters of life,
expecting some-one like me,
every now and then,
with a lyre in his hand..,
to sing the sore times of your long ban.,
no other or less than,
the pain of you just being there.,
an empty and bewildered mare..
That in the end wasn’t at all a fun..!
George Dragonas
Athens, 31-12-2012
Pierre Boulez – Claude Debussy: Prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune.