Tune short waves the composite and plain

14-15 November 2015

Come pose me life’s fires, rhythm me soul

Square my chords amidst sixteen circles of eight gipsies

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Let purple music be my sunrays

As fog protects the crops be the snow that covers green

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In structure of sunflowers’ meadows

Make me within their darkest seeds intermittent light

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Scorch me, piece me fractal, grow me whole

Stroboscopic blue meets the red when skies kiss poppies

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Stack me in cabins, save me arrays

Bounty for one and for all let your waves be my spleen

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Scatter me four points cardinal knows

Blend, rise my Arabic and Indian roots into might

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Tune short waves the composite and plain

Purple, blue, green, red axis twine and twirl to tropics

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Searching the skies discover pipelines

Where angels crossing Hearts mirror horizons that glow

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Three walk away by one in the west

Their curves and their sways shoot into one growing mission

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End fake unions may they not complain

As above angels so below only Love mimics

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Shine now through me the one that defines

Under skies of the North the only Love that will flow

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Three walk by one into sparrows’ nest

Sub dues of the mighty, the unholy transmission

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Bond – Fuego

Bond – Korobushka

Bond – Explosive

Bond – Shine