Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932. She wrote it down on a brown paper shopping bag.
foto: Robert & Shana
3 σχόλια:
Πόσο χαίρομαι που σε βρίσκω!
Και τι κομματάρα!!!!
Καλησπέρα, μου άρεσε πολύ το τραγούδι και το βιντεάκι :)
@ Theorema
καλώς βρισκόμaστε! :)
@maximus
long time... το τραγούδι είναι ο τελευταίος έρωτας μου. το video είναι από την ταινία "The Fall" του Tarsem Singh. ;)
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