The meaning

Last night.

In a silver valley of molten silver, sails a Viking's ship. Queen Onna is on the bow gazing and wondering our way on this infinite universe of dark waters and twinkling stars. 

An immense black sea of black waters where voices and prayers are heard in the dark.

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Written on my book of Miseries. On a page that was torn into two pieces of memories.

This afternoon 

Fire in a white blanket of snow.

 In the forest sitting in front of a fire and drinking pine tea. She was there imagining and dreaming of tomorrow.

Tonight, at this moment, she is still recording and editing...

She is singing, dancing and creating a path to her house with her thought and feet. She is waiting for tomorrow, waiting for the arrival of my sight, waiting for my arrival, Tomorrow´s never Land. 

I don't know if I'll arrive tomorrow or after, it's been snowing and the snow is too deep to walk towards her home.

Too late

Soon it's never more When you've got to pay for Promises made in the night Call the magic one And with the magic comes Forever chained to the flame It's too late, too late for tears Too late, no one hears you Do you feel the touch of evil It's too late To wish and make it so To feel the power growing Stronger blessed by the dark And when the candle fades You can say it was a joke you played So you must let me go, no It's too late, you've said the word Too late, something heard you Too late, now the race is on And you're run out of road Too late for tears Too late and no one hears you Can you feel the touch of evil It's too late Oh, oh, oh, save me I believe in your name Oh, oh, I've fallen down But now I've found Nobody to take the blame Misery It's come to drag me away And when the hunter cries No alibis Get ready for judgement day As the candle fades You can say it was a game you made So you must let me go, let me go It's too late, you've said the word Too late, something heard you Too late, the spell is gone And this time you're the fool It's too late for tears Too late, no one hears you Welcome to forever Welcome it's too late Too late

The wings of the angel and the devil, will they collide with each other?

One thing is certain, she is there, with her arms raised and open, hopeful and smiling. So do I.

The question is, is she waiting for me or for someone else?

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