TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Sjón

when every gem has been polished, all the peaks of the world have been braved

the stone of his dreams remains out of reach ...

pierre lunaire, pierre lunaire, the moon will never fall into your begging hands ...

THE CHOIR wonder of wonders floating, shining, wonder of wonders floating, shining ...

the umbra slides off the moon’s surface. the pale beams of moonlight brighten up THE STONE COLLECTOR’s hands. he grabs at them as if to hold the light in his closed fists but they keep slipping away ...INTERMEZZO II / “confrontation”

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