Oud Seven Matière Première 2021
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Baldr - Gealdýr
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"Open your eyes Jan! Jaaaan! open your fucking eyes!"
I find myself in the midst of my comrades, completely disoriented, hearing the arrows hitting the trunks of the eaglewood trees surrounding us. The screams, full of hope, full of courage and yet full of pain and fear.
Unable to keep my eyes open, I drift off again, the violet leaves caressing my beard in a gentle rhythm thanks to the wind. The treetops of the eaglewood trees let the precious warm rays of the sun shine on my face, if only a little. It smells of dark green, tart patchouli and dry vetiver that grows and thrives on the banks of a stream. The forest welcomes my body and greets me with the sight of beautiful tree trunks with resin dripping down the bark, as if it were weeping for me.
I smell dried tobacco in the pipes of my companions, but there is no suitable moment to light it.
With every passing minute, everything around me becomes blurrier, softer and warmer. The sight of the forest blurs in my perception into a bed made of wood, covered with warm amber blankets that cradle me. Such a damn soft bed, so warm and cozy that I almost begin to look forward to eternal sleep.
"Jaaan open your eyes you id*ot late shift is about to start D*mmkopf"
.... "that damn record scratching noise"
.... "a big sigh"
.... a coffee and one last deal before business if you know..
"Open your eyes Jan! Jaaaan! open your fucking eyes!"
I find myself in the midst of my comrades, completely disoriented, hearing the arrows hitting the trunks of the eaglewood trees surrounding us. The screams, full of hope, full of courage and yet full of pain and fear.
Unable to keep my eyes open, I drift off again, the violet leaves caressing my beard in a gentle rhythm thanks to the wind. The treetops of the eaglewood trees let the precious warm rays of the sun shine on my face, if only a little. It smells of dark green, tart patchouli and dry vetiver that grows and thrives on the banks of a stream. The forest welcomes my body and greets me with the sight of beautiful tree trunks with resin dripping down the bark, as if it were weeping for me.
I smell dried tobacco in the pipes of my companions, but there is no suitable moment to light it.
With every passing minute, everything around me becomes blurrier, softer and warmer. The sight of the forest blurs in my perception into a bed made of wood, covered with warm amber blankets that cradle me. Such a damn soft bed, so warm and cozy that I almost begin to look forward to eternal sleep.
"Jaaan open your eyes you id*ot late shift is about to start D*mmkopf"
.... "that damn record scratching noise"
.... "a big sigh"
.... a coffee and one last deal before business if you know..
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