[Bondues; France; 2006]
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- Skyes of gold
- View out my window
- Sky sunshine fountains
- Voyage au bout du monde
- Rain on my window...
- Dans le noir
- In the deep...music flows...
- Sick are the skyes
- Zonsondergang of Zonsopgang
- Cold
- Sea shore exerpt [2]
- Sea shore exerpt
- River Styx
- Sunny
- Tears falling ...
- Races [3]
- Races [2]
- Races
- Price of posh
- Peace-maker
- Patriotic [?]
- My heart
- Mud child
- Suns
- Moons
- Mirror lake
- Marina
- Lover's feet
- Last dinner
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2 comments:
If all you ever saw were reflections in a lake, how would you know what was reality and what was just a mirror copy?
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Well you wouldn't even ask yourself such a question in the first place not knowing that another reality than that of the mirror... Your question as well as my expalanation resemble a lot the "Allegory of the cave" don't you think? :)
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