fast from all sides it up to me, and I can feel the waves crash over me. I dive into a sea of sound, and fight my way to the bottom, to emerge in the next moment again puffing and panting. I would hardly time to zuholen air, whirled and I feel like I am carried away again. in the deep, which has in my head for me. in the deep, deep in the endless, which has in this sea of sounds for me. sounded a storm of hail, feelings, memories. a herd of galloping horses, with hoofs and sound of strings. as big, strong and dangerous. wonderful madness and lined up next to my ear to each other. with force and precision as they cause incredible perfection. a perfection, a perfection effortlessly flowing with my mind and brings to swirl.
are but in spite of all perfection and perfidy, at least from her text, not far apart. for perfection, they may be ever so effortlessly, happens to be preserved like a cup of cream and respect means that, even perfection fail simultaneously in each.
the next wave is built up and left me all these blind vergessen.ich back and understand the wide eyes closed behind mine. and only at the last track I endure the perfection with holder. it brings me to a point where I'm just. no more and no less. and that's all. and I wonder how it was to drown in a perfection, not knowing of their existence. because it is not just these moments that ultimately shape us? these moments in which we subsequently recognize and understand?
