aeaea is a planet, a forest of thoughts, in which you can find (…) yourself lost (…). aeaea is a spot of a glassy sound within the ocean of dreams, a fun-fair of fears, while you face them. aeaea is your will to find the edge, the other end, the core of infinity. aeaea is a tear that sunk in the cave of Mouros, the Amorgos’s coast, when small incidents were followed by greater ones; when complicated became simple; when the sea-stones I had collected from there, left my hand and they cunningly made me promise to visit it again. aeaea is everywhere and within everyone.

Orphic Hymn 86 - text excerpt [padova - italia 2010]

thoughts recollected by
anna stereopoulou ~
Jan 11, 2009

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