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What Others Are Saying

1. 

   Joanna September 30, 2008 at 1:10 am

   Superba fantezie in albastru, bravo Raluca !
2. 

   the dreamer October 3, 2008 at 4:29 am

   The pounding waves are calling me home, home to you.
   The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.

   On a dark new year’s night
   On the west coast of Clare
   I heard your voice singing
   Your eyes danced the song
   Your hands played the tune
   T’was a vision before me.

   We left the music behind as the dance carried on
   As we stole away to the seashore
   We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
   With sadness you paused.

   Suddenly I knew that you’d have to go
   Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
   Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
   And I wondered why.

   As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
   A vision came o’er me
   Of thundering hooves and beating wings
   In the clouds above.

   Turning to go I heard you call out my name,
   Like a bird in a cage spreading it’s wings to fly
   “The old ways are lost,” you sang as you flew
   And I wondered why.

   The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you.
   The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.

   The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you.
   The thundering sea is calling me home, home to you.

   The Old Ways / Loreena McKennitt
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   Claus October 5, 2008 at 12:34 pm

   Dramatic cloud formation are always a beautiful sight! Wonderful image!