Camel
Moonmadness

I prefer to be an eye. A representation in the real monitor.

The branches in the mind of this incredibly complex tree fall like hair. Don't spoil them. Don't arrange them. The wind of fate will shape them with the background of the sky, and it is there that we will see the horizon. The sulfurous ancestry of "Song Within A Song" is about to embrace our soul.

I fear that those who do not understand us not only do not deserve us but will never understand anything. It is not arrogance. It's the analysis of their way of living. A thought that arises just as I reflect on the guitar line in "Chord Change". With the wind rushing against my cheeks and the sunbeam coloring the branches, the leaves, and the waves of the lake, I dance with the most ethereal harmony.

I am overwhelmed by a late sunset and a walk to look at the cliffs. I pleasantly embark on a sightseeing tour within my memories, while the elegance of "Spirit Of The Water" enriches my person, my deepest being. A spiritual bourgeoisie inside a mercenary soul that has lost the power of guidance.

Great life is steeped in this small dimension: it is geography. The eye is placed on the itinerary that stretches us more. Like that spirit perched on the binoculars of the world. "Another Night" is the bride of such expressions.

Only those who delve into solitude live with their own power. The hours spent feeding someone else's ego have disappeared. The disarming "Air Born", with its moving flute, equates to the festive bells of my status.

The freedom to find the truth is not in the chameleon-like chaos of the multitude. The speaking biosphere of "Lunar Sea" guides this path filled with titanism. An expansion of the self-aware of its limitations. Saul's purifying suicide or Alfieri's battling persistence?