PROM加拿大 摄影家Gregory Colbert的《Ashes and Snow》

【MAD】world's end girlfriend featuring 湯川潮音 - 君をのせて.

出自Ashes and Snow


If you come to me at this moment,
your minutes will become hours,
your hours will become days,
and your days will become a lifetime.

To the princess of the elephants:
I disappeared exactly one year ago.
On that day,
I receive the letter.
It called me back to the place where my life with the elephants began.
Please forgive me for the silence between us has been unbroken for one year.
This letter breaks that silence,
it marks the first of my theer-hundred and sixty-five letters to you,
one for each day of silence.
I have never been more of myself than in this letters.
They are my maps of the bird path,
and they are all that I know to be ture.

You will remember every thing,
all will be as before.
In the beginning of time,
the skies were filled the flying elephants.
Everynight,
they laid down in the same splace in the sky,
and dreamt with one eye open.
When you gaze up at the stars at night,
you are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants,
who sleep with one eye open,
to best keep watch over us.

Ever since my house burnt down,
I see the moon more clearly.
I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me,
I saw Edens that I had held in my hands but let go,
I saw promises I did not keep,
pains I did not throw,
wounds I did not heal,
tears I did not share.
I saw deaths I did not mourn,
prayers I did not answer,
doors I did not open,
doors I did not close,
lovers I left behind,
and dreams I did not live.
I saw all that was offered to me that I could not accept.
I saw the letters I wished for but never received.
I saw all that could have been but never will be.

And elephent with his trunk rised is a letter of the stars,
a bouncing whale is a letter from the bottom of the sea.
These imagines are a letter to my dreams.
These letters are my letters to you.

My heart is like an old house whose windows have not been opened for years,
but now I hear the windows opening.
I remember the cranes floating above the melting snows of the Himalayans,
sleeping on tails of mantees,
the songs of the bearded seals,
the bakes of the zebra,
the clicks of sand,
the ears of caracal,
the sway of the elephents,
the bouncing of the whales,
and the sihouette of the eland.
I remember the cruly of the meerkat's toes,
the floating of the Ganqes,
sailing of the Nile,
ascending of the steps……
I remenber wandering though the corridors of Hatshepsut and the face of many women,
endless seas and thousand miles of rivers.
I remember ……my father to children……and the taste……
I remember everything,
but I do not remember ever haven left.

Remember your dreams,
remember.

The longer I watch the Savanna elephonts,
the more I listen,
the more I open,
they remind me of who I am.

May the guardian elephants hear my wish to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra.
I want to see through the eyes of the elephant,
I want to join the dance that has no steps.
I want to become the dance.

I can't tell if you are getting closer or farther away.
I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face.
Perhaps if your face could be return to me now,
I will find easier to recover the face I seemed to have it lost my own.

Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.
Feather to fire,
fire to blood,
blood to bone,
bone to marrow,
marrow to ashes,
ashes to snow.

The whales do not singing because they have an answer,
they singing because they have a song.

What matters is not what written on the page,
what matters is what written in the hart.
So burn the letters,
and let the ashes on the snow,
at the river's dege,
when spring comes.
And the snow melts,
and the river rizes,
return to the banks of the river,
and reread my letters with the eyes closed,
let the words and images wash over your body like waves.
Reread the letters with your hand cupped over your ear,
listen to the songs of Eden,
page after page after page,
fly the bird path,
fly,
fly,
fly,
fly……

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